Yesterday, I thought about a plan. Today I put some wheels in motion. I started my morning by connecting with my oldest son and making sure he knew how much I loved him and was proud of him. Then as I was driving to work (at a red light!!), I sent a text to one of my girlfriends that I know could us a little extra love. At work, I invited my ill coworker out to lunch as a treat and also to assess what, if any, help she might need. I also thought about putting a care package together with items she would find comforting. I thought I would give her this package on Thursday as her surgery is on Friday…but after having lunch with her I decided to hold off. It seems the surgery isn’t the big deal…it’s the treatment that will begin two weeks later. I will hold off on the care package until she leaves for the treatments.
After work, as I drove, I tried to be mindful and considerate of the drivers around me. I remembered the days I would think, “JERKWADS!!!!” fondly…and realized that although that thought has become less and less prevalent, it still lurks in the hidden recesses of my mind because I was cut off dangerously close and that thought popped into my mind…and I liked it! I guess I truly am a work in progress!!
Had a lovely dinner with my family – we laughed and talked and it was nice. I found out a very, very dear friend had gone into labor and we were all on pins and needles wanting to know what was going on. Another friend and I felt like they needed to update their status more frequently for us but I guess they were slightly busy and preoccupied with other things. I’ll forgive them…this time! J
As my day was winding down and I was helping to put the children to bed, I thought about my elderly neighbors. Boo! Still no solid plan there… Will keep working on that.
As I’m working on this blog post, Pat is watching Black Hawk Down in the same room with me…and can I just say that I cannot imagine being in a war zone… I’m looking at a scene where they are trying to save this guy from bleeding out and they are digging in his leg…and there are gun shots and mortars going off…and like a million people that hate their guts surrounding them…and I’m thinking…how can anyone come home and act “normal” after the stress and horror of such an experience? How?! I don’t like war movies…and it’s very hard to concentrate on this blog while seeing all that stuff.
Will write some more tomorrow…but I have to say that I like the speech the Eric Bana character makes towards the end of the movie…I can’t quote it all but he says that people back home ask him whether he’s some kind of war hero…and he doesn’t reply to them because he knows they’ll never understand…they’ll never understand that after a while, it’s not about the war but about the man next to you… I really like that…and I agree…it’s not about the world, my state, or my city…but about the people next to me… Must keep that focus…
Until tomorrow… Annie
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