Sometimes you just have to laugh.
Life threw me three big curve balls yesterday. At one point, I announced to everyone in my suite that if anyone had anything unkind to say to me that they should save it for tomorrow because if anyone said anything unkind, I swore I would shoot them. You can bet nobody even came near me.
A couple of the catastrophes just won’t go away, but one or two have been remedied with the help of people who care about me. I will make it, of course; because that’s what I do. I’ve been praised for being relentless and cursed for it, but whether it’s a gift or a burden, it’s in my nature to survive. Even thrive, maybe.
I drank a few cups of coffee and ate a square of dark chocolate despite my sugar ban. I swore a little, in the presence of my long-time friend Alan who has heard worse even from me. You could call that little interlude complaining, I suppose. Ultimately, perhaps it kept me from resorting to more dangerous or permanent outlets for my pain.
So. A new day. I’m scheduled for an ultra sound at 7:30 and I can’t eat until afterwards. The sun is rising, May 16th has dawned. I’m moving to Act Three. Enter, stage right, laughing.
“We as human beings have this amazing capacity to be reborn at breakfast every day and say,
‘This is a New Day.’ ” (Jack Kornfield)
I know your breakfast is delayed, and it is still a new day! And laughing is the best medicine!
My dear friend Cindy (why do I want to call you Cindy Lou??), thank you, as always, for being among the first to reach out and touch my pain with your healing friendship, and so publicly. Thank you.
I waited to show up until after the risk of gunfire diminished. Lol Love and hugs. You will get through this, as well.