Measured.
"Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length."
Robert Frost
That was the quote on the spine of the Real Simple magazine when I glanced down at the stack next to the rows and rows of nail polish. I kept looking at it while I was receiving my hand massage by the Asian man assigned to paint my finger nails.
Indeed the quote was true and very fitting for today. I've been sad the last few weeks, and I've let you know about it. But there's happiness involved here too. On Wednesday the doctor told us that whatever type of therapy we're doing seems to be working with Dermot and he won't need Botox injections in his legs. Hooray! Progress for sure. Then there was a great evening out with dear friends that same evening, lots of sharing and lots of laughs.
And today, a friend ask if I'd like to join her to get our nails done. I would, I did.
Sometimes the bad stuff outweighs the good in quantity, sometimes it transforms me into a sad but comfortable recluse. But the email from a old friend, a kind comment from a new one and an invitation out pops me back into the world. The world where happiness is measured in height and there are no expectations of length.
Friends matter. Thanks Rebecca.
Robert Frost
That was the quote on the spine of the Real Simple magazine when I glanced down at the stack next to the rows and rows of nail polish. I kept looking at it while I was receiving my hand massage by the Asian man assigned to paint my finger nails.
Indeed the quote was true and very fitting for today. I've been sad the last few weeks, and I've let you know about it. But there's happiness involved here too. On Wednesday the doctor told us that whatever type of therapy we're doing seems to be working with Dermot and he won't need Botox injections in his legs. Hooray! Progress for sure. Then there was a great evening out with dear friends that same evening, lots of sharing and lots of laughs.
And today, a friend ask if I'd like to join her to get our nails done. I would, I did.
Sometimes the bad stuff outweighs the good in quantity, sometimes it transforms me into a sad but comfortable recluse. But the email from a old friend, a kind comment from a new one and an invitation out pops me back into the world. The world where happiness is measured in height and there are no expectations of length.
Friends matter. Thanks Rebecca.
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