My Second Ship Sets Sail

This afternoon, I was told by a co-worker that my laugh reminds her of champagne. In that moment, I wished I'd had some champagne (and I told her so). Celebrations are few and far between these days, and I'm wondering when I'll be able to look around me and feel like celebrating. Perhaps that's the obstacle. Thinking I must look outside of myself for a reason to celebrate, when I have much to celebrate right here. My breath, for example. The fact that I can breathe without assistance. How fortunate that this is so at this (or any) time in my life. I'll start with that.