LAUGHTER—ALWAYS THE BEST MEDICINE WHEN IN NEED OF HEALING

 Glad to say that within the cocoon of our daily existence, Will and I enjoyed a sweet’n peaceful day when our wedding anniversary rolled around offering both of us sound reason to feel deeply grateful to have done ‘the work’ that proves necessary if opposites are to experience personal growth spurts toward gaining a healthy respect for each other’s strengths while mustering the humility to identify weaknesses of our own so as to enjoy each other’s company ever more deeply, over time, and thus does reflection offer sound reason to feel ever so thankful for the fact that Will and I chose to spend the last several years deepening our loving sense of mutual respect by way of consciously embracing the humility to identify personal vulnerabilities, long in need of acknowledging, because, along with everyone else on this planet, I cannot tell you how long Will and I will remain closely quarantined within our home.  

On the other hand, I can tell you this:  The fact that Will and I have grown to be each other’s best friend suggests why he and I see ourselves as two of the luckiest people on Earth, and that feel-good feeling feels especially true during this time of global crises when all too many families, sheltered ‘neath the same roof, seem to have no clue that hard times feel ever more unbearable when disrespect for each other burns through the roof.

I have a friend, self-quarantined with her husband for less than a week, who insists that she’s about to pull out all of her hair, so you might think that I’d FaceTime her and pull off my hat while asking if being as hairless as me will make her next week of quarantine feel ‘better or worse’ than the first.  Then, I remembered that my friend had been hairless during her bout with chemo and cancer, so rather than FaceTiming, I chose to shelve the lesson concerning conjoining patience with prioritizing love, good health and humor above all else in favor of texting back soothing words of comfort wrapped within a great big virtual hug.  

Having come to identify humor, spontaneity and diplomacy as three of my personal strengths, developed, over time, (and being that Wonder Woman PJ’s in my size were sold out on line), here’s ‘the look’ that I chose to surprise my husband of 54 years with after sunset on March 19th.

Resultant of my costuming (our home always feels a bit on the chilly side to me, a bit too warm to my husband) Will and I enjoyed a good laugh, while cuddling on the living room couch before Netflix with celebratory Dove Bars in hand, all of which goes a long way toward buoying our spirits while the world, spinning off its axis outside of our colorful cocoon, spirals ever more deeply into an abyss too dark and steep to make out whatever this confounding domino effect has in store for all of us, next.  If that last thought sounds ominous, let’s chalk it up to the fact that in this case, the unknown looms HUGE!  On the other hand, I truly believe in the persistence of balance in all things.

🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🌈🌻Annie
PS
As to my mom calling out to me from on high, did I publish that post, last week, or will I find it in drafts?  Once again, chemo brain coupled with age-related Some-timer’s relieves my processor of worrying over losing my mind.  My mind is not lost.  It’s just more mixed up, some days than others ... and being that there’s nothin’ newly distressing about that reality, imagine me offering my brain a relaxing ride on my patio swing, which is magical—no kidding.😊