Sometimes, in the midst of pain and despair, you must focus on the little things to make it all worthwhile. Yes, most of my time is spent either in my sweats, curled up on the couch or at work, sitting at my desk and crying, but occasionally, I find myself smiling at something and, in a really rare moment, actually laughing.
Wendy was a big ol' silver lining this past weekend. And I didn't realize how much of a silver lining until I got back from dropping her off at the airport and was sitting on my couch in my dark, empty apartment. Then real life came rushing back to and whack! I fell over, turned on the football game and zoned out for the rest of the day.
We spent a lot of time venting, telling stories and reminiscing. She made me laugh so hard I thought I was going to choke, and she hugged me and told me it was all going to be okay. She told me stories from her past that made me realize everyone makes mistakes and screws their life up for a bit. I am no different. It felt good to have her, and her support, all to myself for three whole days.
And we ate alot of bread and cheese. So much bread and cheese that I thought for sure I'd gained 5 pounds in three days. But then, I got dressed for work this morning. I put on my last remaining pair of black pants that fit me. And, believe it or not, they don't fit me. I can literally pull them off without unbuttoning them. I guess stress burns a shit load of calories. I don't feel bad about flying through the chocolate covered cherries now. But I do feel bad about the money I'm going to have put on the credit card so I can buy new pants.
Yep. Gotta find the silver lining in every situation.