Who doesn’t love Fridays? I believe I see more smiling faces on Fridays than any other day. The weekend is upon us, there are social lunches, drinks after work or perhaps it is movie night with The Boyfriend. The stress of the work week is almost behind us so we simply feel happier. This morning I am not feeling quite as overwhelmed as I was yesterday. I gritted my teeth and slugged it out last night, cleaning up the living room, office, and guest room. Erik helped by hauling out the junk in the sunroom and vacuuming for me (that was beyond my abilities still). Tonight I tackle the kitchen and bathroom and then tomorrow i just have the bedroom and sunroom to do before my guests arrive. I can do this. The grass will have to wait. There’s only so much of me to go around.
To spare myself any added grief I have declined to get on that stupid scale. It beckons me but I resist. I don’t need additional depression to bring me down.
So yes, I am have a Friday Funk on me rather than the classic smile.
This is where I should be counting my gratitudes to pull me back to the land of the normal Friday people. Let’s see, my girlfriend Gillian always makes me smile with her wit; I am having lunch with 3 girlfriends who have the best hearts in the world; I have a terrific new boss in Anne who compliments me on my style at least once a week; my NAOSC colleagues are fantastic, loyal people. Hey, what in the world am I blue about? I have a fantastic circle of friends and colleagues; my family loves me even when I am cranky and fault-finding (I fondly hope); I have 2 little critters that adore me (feline yes, snooty no). My carpool buddy is always there to encourage me; I have a reliable vehicle, staid but true; my buddy Blaine can always come up with a wisecrack to make me smile; let us not forget the cousins half way around the world who stay in touch with me and make me smile; my two best friends since high school have children who stay in touch with me and send me notes; Marsha will always lend a sympathetic ear as will my darling FF girls; my book club friends will give me the social stimulus I need and close their eyes to the dust on the picture frame so why I am I so worried about Presentation? Good grief, my house is paid for what more could anyone ask?
Yes, my friends, my cup runneth over. The funk is gone. Gratitudes do work. Count your blessings, they are more plentiful than the pain!
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