Now what, buttercup?

Girls' night last weekend. Yummy cranberry-vodka-sparkly something and catching up, lots of catching up. Laughing. Crying. Kid-talking. Counseling. Dissecting. All of the girlstuff that I didn't even realize I was missing.

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.





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  1. Bravo Robin - Great answer! And I thank you for sharing it - Especially as I've felt a little like we've been in similar boats the last few years (even from afar) - so I am especially impresssed with the answer and the putting it out there - Bravo! (Read that in Italian, cause that's the first stamp I want to put in MY passport! :D )

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