This weekend sucked.
On Saturday morning, Hudson and I headed to our weekly gymnastics class. We go for him really, but this week he didn't want to be there. Of course he couldn't just tell me what he wanted to do (since he's still holding out on using his words*), he instead continued to perfect his patented, perfectly pitched whine. Needless to say, the experience was less than stellar.
Later in the day, I slipped and fell down the stairs at our house. I bruised my back and my wrist, and pulled every muscle in my neck. On Sunday, I sliced off the top of my finger trying to open the plastic packaging on one of Hudson's new toys. To top off the weekend, I wrote an entire blog post only to have the site crash. I lost everything.
Then it was Monday. Back to work. But this was no ordinary Monday. It was the day of our open house. What seemed like hundreds of strangers (no one actually counted) filled the office from 8 to 11 touring our new space and celebrating the company's 25th anniversary. Definitely a good cause, but... Oy. By three o'clock, it felt like Friday. Only there were still four days to go.
I had to do something to break the spell, so today, I snuck out for a few hours and met a friend for lunch. (Sidebar: I had not one, but two great lunch date options today!**) Our conversation went everywhere in just the right ways. From kids to careers, from disappointments to dreams, from books to, well, books, and from questioning the past to coming up with some fanciful ideas for the future.
She shared stories from her own life that made me feel normal. She enlightened me about friendships and the huge role proximity plays in their growth and survival. And she reminded me that for every bad day, there's was a warm, rainy day with lunch.
It was exactly what I needed.
|This is the photo that went with the post I lost on Sunday. |
Feel free to make of it what you will.
*USE YOUR WORDS!!
**See also: post title.