I was going to take a break from blogging for a bit and just disappear into the ether, but then I came to my senses, brushed my teeth, and changed my mind. This blog and all of you are just about the only thing keeping me together at this point, so walking away from it would be stoooo-pid with a capital stoo.
Yesterday was a bad day. Today hasn't been much better, but something struck me as I climbed back into the Happy Chair after a quick trip to the pharmacy and grocery. (I decided to cure what ails me by making meatballs. Lots and lots of meatballs. And I needed provisions for meatballs.)
(Sorry...got distracted by the idea of meatballs.)
What struck me is the fact that yes, yesterday was a bad day and today hasn't been much better, but...I'm here.
Now I know that the next thing that I'm going to tell you will convince you that I really am certifiable, but the fact of the matter is that I love my life. I have a very happy, small, quiet, peaceful, fulfulled life. Yes, I really do. And, I have this happy life in the face of serious illness, financial failure, the loss of the love of my life and my home, and without the presence or support of my sister.
Life is kicking me full in the face lately, but somehow it hasn't managed to dislodge the silly grin that was implanted there circa 1966. I'm happy. And grateful. And hopeful that I will eventually be able to look back on this time of my life and say "Whew! Made it!"
But today is not that day.
Instead, I will just sit in my Happy Chair and think my Happy Thoughts and just concentrate on breathing in and out. I will pick up a needle and thread...maybe, and I will watch a little Flosstube to distract me from the hurricane of crap that is doing its level best to drag me under.
Hold on to me tight, dear friends. Know for sure that I'm doing the same on this side and that eventually I am going to get back to blathering on and on about silliness and stitching.
Just not today, please. And maybe not tomorrow. But soon....I promise.