Always looking up: the adventures of an incurable optimist - Michael J. Fox

At the turn from our bedroom into the hallway, there is an old full-length mirror in a wooden frame.

I can't help but catch a glimpse of myself as I pass.

Turning fully toward the glass, I consider what I see.

This reflected version of myself, wet, shaking, rumpled, pinched, and slightly stooped, would be alarming were it not for the self-satisfied expression pasted across my face.

I would ask the obvious question, What are you smiling about? but I already know the answer: It just gets better from here.

-- from Always Looking Up.