A Mixed Ending
July has been an especially hard month for me. I know. I know. Life is what we make of it. Our attitudes define everything. If we have a positive outlook, positive things happen. God is in control.
Platitudes make the world go round.
If there’s one certainty in the universe, it is that I am frequently wrong. I’ve been wrong about people; wrong in things I’ve supported; wrong in decisions I’ve made; wrong in actions I’ve chosen to take or allowed to flutter by.
I’m grateful that, in the midst of all this wrongheadedness, at least I’m not wrong about a few of the people in my life. The joking I’ve done on this blog this week has served to mask bereft disappointment. Something that I desperately wanted, even profoundly needed, didn’t happen for me.
I don’t always get what I want.
Between all the tears I’ve shed, my friends have been there – listening as I talked in circles; righteously angry at what seemed unfair; cracking witty jokes in my lowest moments, engineered to hit my oddball funny bone; and being kind enough not to point out how a red face and swollen eyes aren’t a good look for me.
True friends are like breathing air. You helped me more than you know this week, and I thank you from the depths of my bruised, not broken, heart.
well well, pretty lady friend. If I were in your lovely city I would get on my bike this minute and come over to give you a hug.
lift up your heart to that rainbow God created. And know that you are loved.
Thank you, Anne. I’ll hold you to that the next time you’re here.
The other constant in life for me (other than I am wrong) is disappointment. Not that I’m an Eeyore and perhaps because I’m an optimist, when things don’t go has I’ve hoped, dreamed, wished, begged for or desired, then I’m left with my “what ifs.” Platitudes aside, my life is what I’ve made of the disappointments–the disappointments haven’t made me. It’s not the happy moments that have made me the woman I am. It’s the other stuff. However, that still leaves me in the lurch when I meet my old friend disappointment coming around the corner of optimism.
Just allow it to lie there in the room with you and soon, you will be tired of looking at it and will find something that captivates your heart and mind.
Hold on. Know that you are much admired, loved, respected.
Thank you, Cheryl.
I know disappointment can sometimes be very unsettling, humbling and disorienting for a bit of time. We’ve all been there and we all bounce back.
Just know you have friends that care about you and you are a wonderful friend as well.
It’s a new day today and make the best of it.
I have. I spent it with a friend and fellow Rotarian. Thanks for your words of encouragement, Lou.
I heard someone say many years ago that when you are on your death bed you have five true friends then you are truly blessed. After looking at these repsonses it looks like you are well on the way!
I am blessed. Sometimes I need to whine a little to remember that. Thanks for your comment.
We all whine a little every once in a while. But, in the overall picture, I think we do pretty good at not whining. We do understand when our friends are not having a good time in life. It is so much better to talk about whatever with a close friend than to keep it in. Love ya, Phyllis
I’m better today, Phyllis. I left it on the blog and let it go.