The One with Mad Monday

Some days just do not unfold as expected. Yesterday was one such day. Each unexpected happening left me feeling mad. Mad at someone. Mad at something. Mad at myself for feeling mad. Mad is not a feeling I usually let myself feel. I usually allow myself to feel it in other, prettier, words. Disappointed. Frustrated. Upset. But yesterday was just a Mad Monday.

Even at the end of the day, as I rested my head on my pillow to search for sleep, my Mad Monday feelings interfered with saying good night to my best favorite. Sleep eventually found me and today I am thankful for a chance to start again. Macklemore's "Glorious" has been my anthem lately and it certainly is today.

. . .

I feel glorious, glorious

Got a change to start again

I was born for this, born for this

It's who I am, how could I forget?

I made it through the darkest part of the night

And now I see the sunrise

Now I feel glorious, glorious

I feel glorious, glorious

. . .

Here's to feeling glorious and to starting each day anew.

The One with Reversed Roles

I am fortunate in that my parents did not face many medical obstacles while I was growing up. For that matter, I am fortunate that I have not faced many either. My parents were always there to take me to the doctor, bring me a cold cloth for my feverish head, feed me orange sherbet, and apply a bag of peas to stubbed toes or fingers. The roles were reversed recently when my dad went to the hospital to have surgery. I made sure to be there in the waiting room with my mom and then when Dad was out of Recovery I made sure to get us safely home during an ice storm.

Now that my dad has had time to heal, it is my mom's turn to have surgery. Again, I will make sure to be there in the waiting room only this time with my dad. My mom called me a "silly girl" when I told her that I will be there that day, but the thing is that it has always been the three of us. And now that I am needed to help out in new ways I want to make sure to show up just like they always have for me.

I am beyond grateful to my boyfriend for realizing these things and for allowing my parents and me time to still be " the three of us". That said; I am just as grateful for the times when we are "the four of us" just as we were tonight as we kick started my birthday month by listening to jazz and sipping drinks at The Phoenix.

"Well, here's what duty really means: our duty is to feel what's great and cherish what's beautiful." - Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

Duty calls. Here's to feeling what's great and cherishing what's beautiful.