At my spiritual class a wonderful woman runs a home based business of baking cakes.
So I ordered a cake for myself, which she brought this morning.
As I came home, I cut the cake and also clapped. Even though I was alone. But I clapped. Because why not? Are there any rules to clapping?
This is how I wish you celebrate your life. On your own terms, with your own rules. The only formula that I have discovered for being perpetually merry.
