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For perhaps the second time in my adult life, I remembered to order flowers for my mother more than 12 hours in advance of Mother's Day. When I checked my bank account to confirm that the order had gone though, I realized that FTD is listed as FTD.COM/1 800 SEND DOWNERS.
What mother wouldn't want to get a nice big baggie full of downers for Mother's Day? I mean, they're probably going to cry anyway, right?
What kind of world do we live in when Scott Savol is still in the running while Constantine Maroulis has been voted off?
It's a mad, mad world I say and the American public has no taste. Boo.
For a relationship to work, there has to be zing...the intangible, undefinable current of electricity that puts a smile on your lips and sends frissons dancing up your spine.
You can love someone without it, but you cannot be in love. You can be happy without it, but you can't be ecstatic. Passion cannot exist without it. Even a partnership that seems perfect on paper just doesn't quite work without the zing.
You know when you've found the zing. No matter how improbable or even impossible its existence may seem, it is absolutely unmistakable.
Ah juxtaposition, how I do love thee:
It's a shame that GW will never be able to marry his Prince...
*stolen shamelessly from several sources
At this moment, a very dear friend of mine is driving her mother into San Francisco for a much-anticipated double lung transplant.
If you have a few warm thoughts to spare over the next 12 hours, please send them to one Very Lucky Woman, care of her Anxious Daughter.
As I was sitting in Astroburger tonight waiting for my food, I noticed a family get up from one of the booths: a husband and wife with two teenage daughters. One of the daughters clearly had some sort of muscular problem that prevented her from walking on her own but she had no wheelchair. Instead, her father set her in front of him, hooked his arms securely around her waist, and they walked in step out of the restaurant... his arms supporting her torso, his knees nudging her legs to bend enough to step.
There was nothing awkward or unnatural about the way they moved, they looked like dancers as they moved gracefully out of the restaurant and across the parking lot. There was something so loving and beautiful in the way they moved together... I watched them until she was settled securely settled in the car and he had closed the door beside her.
Several weeks ago, when my days were darkest and I felt compelled to tell the Universe in no uncertain terms to fuck off, I had a minor epiphany:
I am wasting my life being so frustrated, so exhausted, and so unhappy all the time.
I felt like I was fighting every single area of my life and losing ground every day.
Were I not such a stubborn Leo, I probably would have realized earlier that perhaps I was struggling for the WRONG things. I finally admitted to myself that it was time to let these things go and spend some time focusing on much smaller, simpler goals: Feeling the sunshine on my face every day, playing with my cats when I get home, seeing my friends reguarly, enjoying meals rather than bolting food in my car on the drive between jobs, walking, running, laughing, living. There is no reason to be so bitter and world-weary at age 27.
To quote the ever-wise Chana: Do some deep breathing, don't forget to laugh, and remember you can't lament something that isn't meant to be.
For now, my energies are focused on improving my quality of life... the rest, I think, will fall in line naturally after that.
A collection of thoughts from the last two weeks:
Just now, in conversation:
I dance through the world with my eyes open and fly across the sky with grace.
*le sigh*
