It's been a busy week. Slightly crazy and out of control at times. Filled with putting the pieces together after White Lake. I've resumed workouts, step classes, and have begun making new plans. It's been wonderful. In the past week, I went on a great bike ride, ran a 5K, braved the pool water again, and have rediscovered the joy I find in the weight stacks. What more could I have asked for?
This past weekend was the kind that (as Alex put it) makes your face hurt because you spend so much time smiling and laughing. I enjoyed pizza and good conversation with good friends on the front lawn. I saw one of my favorite little people play baseball and eat sunflower seeds. I won a door prize at the 5K- my very own "Rush Pack". Just what I needed, a new towel, water bottle, and t-shirt. A random text at the teeter found me eating frozen yogurt in the sunshine and catching up with friends. I ate a delicious 5 Guys burger on the sidewalk patio while stealing french fries and sweet tea. The banter and laughter flowed like the juice from the burger and even when the temperature dropped, no one wanted to go home.
I joined the church Sunday morning with my mother and a good friend standing at my side. I received hugs and greetings. Good cheer. I was welcomed into the church with open arms. I had one of the best Mother's Day in years. I got to spend it with a woman who as I get older, the relationship gets better. My mother and I shared stories, gossip, and laughter on Sunday. We drove over to my brother's to help my nephew celebrate another year and enjoyed quality family time. Good dinner, good friends, and a good evening.
The past week has been the type that scare me. The pessimist in me continues to look around waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for a lie, a misstep, or anything that will pop the cloud I am riding and bring me back to the ground. I'm trying to stay positive. Focus on the good. But if I stop and think too long, I realize that I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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11 years ago
As I was told when I was looking for the other shoe lately, "There's no shoe...all pairs are accounted for...now the socks, that might be another story, but the shoes are on count..."
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