Life is, in Fact, Good? Heh.

Me, hugging a horse at a local watering hole a few months back. Only truly happy people can do such thing in public.

I had plans yesterday with a dear old friend that I had to break. I felt awful about it because I just don't get to spend enough time with her, and I was looking forward to catching up with her and spending time getting to know her son.

But my lost endeavor taught me a few important lessons yesterday........

1) Always follow your doctor's directions even when you've started to feel better. He has the medical degree, not you. If what he said was right 3 months ago, it still holds up today. Your bravado decisions based in dumbassery will catch up with you. (and by you, I really mean ME!)

2) Being a working mom has left me so much less time for spending time with people I care about, and I so hate that. It has also left me less time to do those "small" things I used to do for others like phone calls and regular correspondence. I have so much more respect and understanding for the working mom than I ever used to have.....and I always thought I was pretty supportive of The Working Girl. I guess it's a whole "walk a mile in her shoes" sort of thing.

3) My life is so improved from this time last year and even more improved from this time 6 months ago. And even though some people in my life will be pissed off to hear it, it is more improved from this time 3 years ago. This research leads me to believe that in general, life is on the upswing. I realized this yesterday as I was emailing my friend to explain our botched plans. I had been walking around the last 2 weeks or so feeling like everything was falling into utter crap chaos. (I blame work worries and concerns with Little Boy's end of school year meetings and summer plans.) But when I wrote out this email last night, I realized only one real problem was bothering me: money. And even though that is a big issue that can't be overlooked, it's not the ONLY thing going. Besides, who isn't in a financial crunch right now? Only a very few lucky people that I know of. (tax evasion....that's what I tell myself for my own comfort.....or solid deals with the devil)

You know how sometimes things just sound worse when you re-tell them? Well, sometimes they sound a lot better too. When I was trying to do a 6 month re-cap in the email to my old buddy, I realized I was hurting a lot less in life (both literally and figuratively) and that those t-shirts I so love may really be true....."Life is Good".

And it only took a fever, cold sweats and irrepressible exhaustion for 12 hours to figure that out. What a bargain!

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