What is it that they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you poorer? Or is it stronger? In my case, it’s more of the first than the latter, but I’ll have to admit: retail therapy sure is a whole lot more fun than wallowing in fear and self-doubt. We got to bring my father home from the hospital Monday night, and it will continue to be a whirlwind of follow-up doctor appointments. But the words father and home together are music to all our ears.
Thank you my dear readers for your comments, emails, and well wishes. I absolutely believe in the power of positive energy.
Hopefully when sunnier skies come our way, I’ll be able to come back here and share more stories from the road. Writing here has been a surprisingly effective stress outlet for me for the last few years. Sometimes I feel like you’re sitting across from me, letting me share/vent/escape. And sometimes I feel like I’m just writing in a vacuum, to no one really, just simply listening to my heart while my head dictates to my fingers at the keyboard. Such is the reward of writing. Thank you for reading me.
Now…what about that reference to retail therapy? When I get a chance I’ll upload some pics. All I can say is that I showed up at my parents’ house with three pairs of shoes and will be leaving with nine (at last count). Who said stress wasn’t good for the economy!