Cheers is a weekly toast to celebrate the people, places and things that helped us make it to Friday.
You guys! How did we let this many days slip away without hanging out?
And by *we* I of course mean *me*, and it just so happens that every text message thread in my phone reminds me of this very same theme. “I’m the worst!!!!!,” I reply to messages from weeks ago. Because it’s much easier to throw a general, gray blanket over it all by saying “I’m the worst” than to admit “I’m having a hard time.” Yes?
So, for the sake of all that is real and good, I’ve been having a hard time and the aches of the world seem to be especially raw these days. I don’t know how to write about it yet. I don’t know if I will. But I am grateful to be back, reminded that celebration and hurt don’t have to negate the other. Just like a bouquet of flowers, we can bring our full selves unashamedly to both. So here we go, dear ones: A toast.
To you, spontaneous trip plans and plane tickets for this weekend. (!!!!!!!!!!) I mean. There’s not much that can cheer me up like being wheels-up on a plane, jet-setting to some new scenery. (Can you guess what my fight or flight response is?…Oops.)
To you, fourth of July, my absolute FAVORITE holiday of them all! Who doesn’t love a good popsicle-eating, firework-watching celebration? Fools, that’s who.
To you, full circle, for giving me the opportunity to show up for a grieving friend. Things I confirmed from the other side: a.) Seriously, JUST SHOW UP. b.) Of course, you will NOT know what to say. c.) They will remember it for sure. d.) So will you.
To you, first recurring topic on “Cheers,” because I finally finished this book and loooveeed it. It’s the first grief book that made me say “me too,” and I’m so thrilled Sheryl’s words are brightening up this section of the book store. Find it here: Option B: Facing Adversity, Building Resilience, and Finding Joy
To you, clean room and fresh sheets, because wow, after a huge clothing purse this weekend, I had to coax my legs to walk normally (no stepping over piles!!), and relieve my toes of fear (no hidden sharp objects!!), AKA IT WAS BAD, YOU GUYS.
To you, transition, for finally starting to feel a little more like normal. That February shift of new job/new home/new everythangggg was no joke. By the grace of listening ears and guacamole binges, I am still somehow here.
To you, Emily McDowell, for creating THE BEST empathy cards I’ve ever seen. There’s one that literally says “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. I didn’t know what to say.”And another gem is “I’m so sorry you’re sick. I promise I won’t try to sell you on some random treatment from the internet.” OH, and my fave?:
To you, sweet blog friends, for being the best and most supportive after my last post on Kendall’s birthday. It was a bittersweet day, full of stories and sorrow and friends to share them with. I’m so thankful.
I hope you have the best Fourth of July weekend soaking up sun and patriotism and time with your people. I look forward to seeing you here again soon. (Maybe we’ll both return with tans! Who knows.)