Hours into the night, as I stared into the bottom of my empty cranberry glass, one of my friends asked a big question.
|-Robin Shreeves, photographer|
"So now what? What are you going to do for you?"
Wow. Now what. What am I going to do for me? What AM I going to do for me?
I am working through all of my phases. Denial and rage and sadness and all of that- damn that Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and her spot-on research. And now, I sit in acceptance. I may revisit anger or heartbreak tomorrow, but right this moment, I sit in acceptance. And I roll that question around in my mind- "What am I going to do for me?"
Hmmm. I am not sure but I am slowly forming some ideas. I am going to write. I am going to run. I am going to squeeze my monkeys so tight.I am going to call my mama more. I am going to try and reach out to people I love and miss. I am going to belt out songs, no matter how bad-American-Idol my voice is. I am going to sew pretties. I am going to love on my dogs. I am going to cry, probably more than I want to admit. I am going to keep moving forward and keep my heart open. I am going to learn how to make a wicked margarita. I am going to get stamps in my passport. I am going to hike in this beautiful corner I live in. I am going to keep a plant alive if it kills me. I am going to try my best to not take things for granted ever again.
XOXOXO Sweet dreams.