I was telling Tiff the other day that I envy her the ability to just sit down and write. I have to think about it, mull it over, figure out how I’m going to approach it, and then I can sit down and start the process. I could never just generate a post like her rain post from Friday.
However, I’m going to give it a shot, cuz my friend, Roo just sent me an email that said (and I quote)
“Write something. Now.”
So, um. Here goes nuthin’.
A large percentage of my friends are in the middle of some crappy life-changing things. Some I’ve dealt with in my own life, and some I haven’t but all are in their own crappy way, the SUCK.
The worst feeling in the world for me, is not being able to ‘do something’ for my friends when they are hurting.
My friend Purl, told me a heart-wrenching story the other day, about how good a friend her husband was to a friend in need. When another friend turned away from the situation because he just ‘couldn’t deal with it’ Purl’s husband quipped in disgust, “Just pick up a box”.
It seems to me, this is perfect.
As hard and sad as this may sound, more often than not, the only thing to do is get on with it. Unless you are the curl up and die, be a victim type (which absolutely none of my friends are) there’s only one way to handle the suck things in life.
Straight through it. Head up. Eyes open.
Tears, setbacks, and occasional whining are allowed. I’ve got a box of Kleenex, a pep talk and a quitcherbitchin all ready.
I am ever ready to pick up a box to help you get to the next minute, hour, day or week. There is no expiration date, and there is no limit to the number of boxes I’ll pick up for you.
One last thing.
What happens when you don’t pay your exorcist?
You get repossessed!
Yeah, really, that’s all I got.