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Stress, Sickness and the Power of the Spoon....

I start out the day feeling great and putting on some of my new spring couture only to find myself in the doc office hours later being diagnosed with an icky stress-related ailment common to women over age 50. AND I am disappointed to learn that I weigh about 15 pounds more than the magical number I had been walking around thinking in my head to be true.

Yay, me!

Well, I'm really trying to look on the bright side and realize that a) luckily I have health insurance to cover the visit and the meds and b) I have the kind of job that allowed me to slink right out and make the appointment and c) I have the kind of coworkers who are all concerned but also joining me in agreeing that yeah, it really is gross.

In other news, Little Boy has his first practice of t-ball today which inspires panic and excitement in his mother. I have decided to hang back a little and let Little Boy's dad take the lead on this when I finally realized that father/son sports stuff is still a father/son thing. But I am looking forward to watching him and really hoping he likes it and shows some interest.

In other other news, E-Roc is possibly on the verge of a very cool job opportunity. Stay tuned for this.

And in news of my own ongoing introspection and growth, I found myself in a bit of an epiphany the other day while I watched Sex and the City for the 17 thousandth time. (And I don't care if you think it makes me stupid to glean knowledge from this movie......it's a damn cultural touchstone for my generation, so suck it!) The scene that always touches my heart is when Samantha spoon feeds Carrie when she's at her worst. I remember seeing it and thinking......"that's what women do......"

And there was a time when I needed someone to do that for me. But she didn't. And neither did she. And in some ways, I don't think I will ever forget and get over that.

I thought for a long time that I would become one of those women who doesn't like other women. I would not be close friends with women ever again.

Until I was.

I did make new friends. I did re-cultivate friendships with some of the lost ones. I did realize and remember that women could be good to other women. And even though those "shes" from the past may have made me feel like I wasn't, I knew I could be a good friend to other women too.

So when another woman in my life needed to be spoon-fed here recently, what did I do?

Well, I picked up that spoon, of course. And while I'm hurt for her, I'm just grateful that I was able to leap my own hurdle first to help her leap over hers. And I know she would do the same for me.

Because this is the lesson I want to take from Samantha, those old friends from the past and the possible pain of the future.....I don't want to lock myself off from the good or bad that is to come. I want to be the woman either holding the spoon or being fed from it. Because as I told E-Roc, the love of my life who knows me like no man or woman on earth, it's just what you do.
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