A friend and I had a long walk yesterday and lunch out. Before that I had coffee with another dear friend. It was good to walk and talk and laugh. Today I have therapy again. I usually have it only once a month, but I'm still absorbing the news about our older daughter's divorce, and I can use the guidance. I feel like there is a pall over me, and last night I talked to our younger son and he seemed so sad with his breakup of his romance that I just wanted to be able to DO SOMETHING. Of course, I cannot. It's not my business. And I'm not much of a sounding board either. Either they are protecting me or nobody fancies me for a sounding board. I feel useless. So, what do you know, I have to notice my own reactions and my ambulance chaser bent, and settle in to feel some measure of sorrow for a while. Shoot!
In the meantime, I have chorus tonight and my husband has promised to come up with a new place for lunch, and the sun is shining and despite the fact we woke up early from another earthquake, the day will undoubtedly contain some delightful moments, and I am determined not to worry about what I cannot affect. I hope.
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