A little help from my friends.
Captain’s log it is day ninety of this can’t do much business.
Wait… that’s not how I start these blogs for you.
This week’s background music is Foo Fighters and covers of various Foo Fighters songs. Right now the Color Morale is doing a very punk version of Everlong.
My ears are happy. The magic elixir is working.
Last night I hit my ceiling and crawled right into my head. I am a person who lives by timelines, even though I’m pretty laid back I like deadlines. This upside down world has ravaged that.
I had some pretty big dreams for this summer and they aren’t happening.
I am over seeing my face on a computer screen.
All that aside, I did something I don’t do obviously enough of. I reached out. I am part of an online Moms group. The two big things we have in common, we are Moms and we all have a seriously wicked sense of humor.
That’s it. We are otherwise all incredibly different. I posted this morning- how I was feeling. I was raw. I was true. My heart very much on my sleeve.
Within minutes messages , than another, than another. Each one with words of encouragement. Support. Humor.
So… emboldened by that. I posted on another group this time not to talk about the fact I was feeling like Eeyore but to talk about my favorite group. The distraction of conversation about how we all collectively were bummed their tour got canceled but excited about possible new music – was what I needed.
Feeling really brave, I group chatted a few women I have gotten to know through common interests. Again, we are all remarkably different but they have lived lives and the words, what I needed.
I found a quote that I am holding onto tightly during this: “a diamond is chunk of a coal that did well under pressure.” When I shared this with one of my oldest friends she said her husband says “some days are diamonds, some days are coal.” Then she told me there is no shame in being a coal miner some days.
We have a tendency as women to say we are ok when we aren’t. To apologize when we’re sad and think that’s somehow a mark of weakness.
I’m not sure where we learned those lessons but they’re wrong.
When people care about you, they want to be there for you.
You take care of everyone else Mommas.
Let people take care of you.