Some weeks you got to just hang on for the ride. This past week has been one of those. But I think I have another one on its heels. So I decided to start another tough week with a haircut appointment on Monday. I always feel better with a haircut. I didn’t hold that opinion as a youth but I keep it much shorter now so it’s more noticeable when it grows.
I thought of the title “hang on” because of a conversation I had with my sister. I was trying to comfort her and told her that her son will always be beside her heart. And then I told her about how I talk to Mom and Dad when visiting their grave. But I also talk to them at my desk when I glance up at pictures of them. Or sometimes when I’m happy like this week and when I’m sad, like this week.
Sometimes it’s not a conversation, sometimes just a pause looking at an image of them or something of theirs that I’ve kept. Sometimes it’s seeing them in our children or their children. Or certain songs, or smells at holiday time invoke memories.
And I believe these memories keep me connected in some way. At least it gives me peace.
Like I need more incentive. I see today is National Ice Cream Day.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- It can’t be the start of another workweek, can it?
- Learning new skills is a good feeling.
- I’m ready for the heat. But I’m glad I’m not out west where it’s triple digits.
- This week might challenge my all-time sleep low.