My Favorite Things

I remember Julie Andrews’ singing  “raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens… bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens”  When I was a kid, I loved The Sound Of Music. I’m not a kid anymore and I still do.

… brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things ...

Today started out rough for me. Cried. Sobbed, actually. There are days when life seems to grow so big and heavy and then fold itself around me like a cold, wet blanket. I can’t breathe. I can’t even remember a time when I could. 

I’m a feeler. 2020 has been a ride, like one of those old wooden roller coasters. 

And then.

Bestie.

She popped over and we played cards, finished a challenging crossword puzzle with minimal cheating, and enjoyed a nutritional lunch.

Egg salad.

Chicken salad.

Fruit salad.

Crackers.

Water.

And so much conversation. Maybe we cussed. 

Okay, we did. We cussed. 

We have plans to workout at her gym later this week.

She is excited to introduce me to a new friend… this is big for me. New people. New space. Big anxiety. But I trust her. 

We hugged. 

I feel better now. Like I can breathe again. 

I’m thankful. More often than Bestie knows, she is air. “The wind beneath my wings” as Bette Midler crooned. #truedat #songlyricsrock

I am breathing.

I am feeling more grounded.

I am planning on making dinner for Husband and Son3 and Daughter. Chicken alfredo from scratch. And Christmas cookies, because we have so many left over. 

So. Many.

In the midst of my life in which I spend so much energy in my mind, that sometimes- exhausting head space, because it’s easier than feeling into my heart space or down into my body, I am thankful to come back to earth and be invited into the little things like food, conversation, and hugs. 

Food.

Conversation.

Plans.

Laughter.

Cards.

Bestie.

My favorite things, indeed.

“…. And then I don’t feeeeeeel so bad ….”

Writing Every Day Down.