We’re still working on today.
I was lucky that I’d scheduled my birthday party for yesterday. There’s no way I could have known that yesterday would be one of my bad days. I have days when I can face the unfaceable with a surprising amount of calm. Yesterday, for no predictable reason, was not one of them.
Since nothing and no one can fix it, there’s really not much to stop the downward spiral of a bad day, although Lord knows I try. Every day that doesn’t end in a “the tigers have found me and I do not care” moment I consider a huge personal victory, one I hold tight to me with nothing but my straining fingernails.
Denial has been my saving grace, but since it’s not a quality I ever practiced or aspired to, there are often cracks. So yeah. That was yesterday.
But with characteristic luck, yesterday was my birthday party. Yesterday was Aurora, who can’t help showing her secret idenity as an angel at times. Yesterday there was wigs and little Bunny Brothers and shiny presents and wine and twilight and the undefinable “It” and too few seats so we all had to snuggle.
Yesterday was nearly perfect.
It’s not a recipe I can pull out of my pocket anytime I need it, but it gave me hope that maybe if I can be ok for one night, then maybe I can define and distill that magic, and scrape together enough for two, enough to fix this. Or at least that happiness can run concurrent with misery.
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I love you and I wish I had been there. And it`s true that once you scrape one perfect day together, you start hoping that maybe asking for two is not too much. And then the good days multiply.
Sometimes you slide all the way back into that happy state, you know? You do and you will.
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Also, I happen to have a cat`s paw on my butt. I think I`ll just leave it at that for now, but I`m pretty sure that if anyone on this earth will understand, it`s you.
Well, I’m no less gutted and miserable, but I’ve started to realize that maybe that feeling, and the happiness can coexist.
You’re my hero and I don’t say that glibly at all. The fun part is this: You get to guess why you’re my hero. As there are many reasons, try to name three at least from just this post. (And your hot ass, your beauty, your style and all that doesn’t count because that’s obvious.) GO!
Because ……….. I have such perfect friends?
That is one reason. And?
I reference great poetry? I tilt at windmills?
oh we had so much fun!
We did, we did.
BINGO!
I got it?
No, another reason you’re my hero is because you’re good at bingo.
I AM, actually.
San Carlos Beach Resort Bingo Champion, ‘07.
dawwww… so i was actually tearing up a bit on this one! you are our sunshine m’dear… so happy we were able to celebrate your birthday with you all snuggly under the stars!! xoxoxo!!
*big smile* Dunno what I’d do without you, angelbreath.
happiness running concurrent with misery. I think you have eloquently described the human condition.
*smile* I was hoping you’d say I’d described a temporary condition.