Today, got nuthing!!!! Wait, that's not very positive. Let's try this again. Today was a quiet relaxing day. I COULD have got in a jog on the treadmill, but I chose to relax a little longer in bed. When I woke up it was time to hop in the shower and get ready for my lunch date with Rose. Rose and I have this tradition, we don't talk all year (a little exageration), then we get together for each's other's birthdays and go for lunch. I always pick Chiantis for my birthday lunch and I always order the linguini kitsalano. My favorite. Thats where we went today, and that's what I had for lunch. Delicious. Thanks Rose, for the great food, the well wishes and our continued friendship. It doesn't take us long to catch up on all our news.
BODY: I COULD have done 10,000 steps today, but it turns out I only got in 5,000. And that's ok today, because I did get some yard work in and that forced me to do a lot of bending. (You'd think weeds would be much easier to pull after a rain)
MIND: I used alot of pathways in my brain today. I was pulling out all my hidden cliches, words of wisdom, phrases of encouragement. I didn't realize I had such a storage system up there. Both kids are dealing with some stress. Each is just as important to themself as the other's but totally different circumstances. The boy is hoping he has a shot at a Tier 1 soccer team. He's worked hard this past year to improve and prove his abilities. The waiting is driving him nuts (and me even nuttier - if that's possible) The girl, she's going through a break-up and not of her doing. She's feeling the pain, and to date has not experienced anything this bad. My only wish is that I could give her a small look into the future to show her she'll get through this; and she'll even give love a chance again. I'm not sure if she'd appreciate me seranading her with the Brad Paisley song "If I could write a letter to me." If you listen to the words of that song it speaks exactly to this moment.
If I could write a letter to me,
I'd send it back in time, to myself at 17.
First I'd prove it's me by saying, look under your bed,
theres a Skoal can and a playboy, no one else will know you hid.
Then I'd say I know it's tough. When you break up after 7 months.
Yeah I know you really like her, and it just don't seem fair.
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare..
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
And you're wondering if you'll survive
You'll make it through this and you'll see
You're still around to write this letter to me
So I sing myself to sleep and send my positive energy
to both kids ways !!!!!
Night
Stacey
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