Yesterday was my half birthday, among other things. And when I got to work I kept typing the wrong password. It wasn’t until I accidently hit tab one too many times and typed my “password” into the username box that I realized I was, in fact, typing “birthday” as my password. What was I thinking?! Seriously… this never-ending cold has me doing some silly stuff. I think this post jinxed me.
Last night during one of my many runny-nosed, insomnia-ridden alert-ish hours I stared blankly at the clock wondering why Aveda’s Shampure line leaves my hair smelling so good for so long. Honestly. I looked like a wreck. Sounded like a smoker. Felt like a helpless toddler. But goodness knows, I knew my hair smelled good.
This morning, as I ran out the door to work I just had to grab this super-cute tissue box Daniel bought for me. I felt like such a winner bringing a tissue box to work. It was like the first day of any given grade school year… when teachers collect all sorts of goods as an entrance fee. I know, I know, they need the stuff, but those lists are hilarious.
Today was my annual evaluation at work. It went well and was a powerful reminder of how blessed I am to work for a company that respects and supports folks like me and you. I was surprisingly proud of myself when I realized this time last year I was at my lowest point… in the middle of my worst fibromyalgia flare, on FMLA leave, struggling with the hell that is Cymbalta. But this year… here I am. Working full-time. Driving. Walking. Even traveling. What a blessing! And what a difference a year makes. Thank you for the significant role you played in pulling me out of said flare. And thank you for your continued support. I am humbled by your love and honest feedback. And I pray your pain may be eased for your kindness to myself and those around you. I know kind deeds and kind words are eventually returned. And I know prayers are answered. And I know those answers typically come through another person.
Tonight has been full of reflection for me. And there are many more things to be said, but I absolutely MUST sleep before tomorrow. So, I’m off to cope with my nightly pre-bed panic by showering with my beloved Aveda Shampure. Here’s to calming smells, comfy clothes, and a cuddly husband.
Glad you’re back K8! I can tell that even if all of your brain isn’t there, your spirit & heart is. =) Isn’t it amazing what a little reflection can do to cultivate thanksgiving?
“Here’s to calming smells, comfy clothes, and a cuddly husband.”
Amen, sister! Where’s my cuddly husband…? … Ah! There! G’night!