FEELING. BEING. LIVING. PLANNING. PREPARING.
I worked all day Friday and Saturday. Friday night I went to my brother's house where we gathered to eat some Chinese food, visit, watch the girls play "Just Dance" the newest version, and to actually play a game of telephone that ended with many of us laughing our fool heads off. From age 7 to 79 you can mess up a simple sentence. We are an amusing bunch.
Saturday we had a client at the salon pissed off before 10:30 in the morning. Good times. We'll never see her again, and so it goes.
Sunday I drove my mom to the airport. On the way out of LaGuardia I ended up all kinds of lost in Queens. I've only made that trip 100 times in my life and ended up all confused. Maybe because I was talking on the phone to my friend Carolyn at the time? I had to call her back when I finally ended up going in the right direction.
I wrote my first newsletter for TGHR in over a year. I guess buying a hair salon does take up some time. And falling. And recovering.
I wrote the newsletter for the salon. I addressed the angry client.
Monday, Kathy and I headed back to Long Island to see Shira, our psychic medium. This time my grandfather, Art, my Nana, and a friends brother were the eloquent message givers. It was as fabulous as the last time. If you are so inclined, I would absolutely recommend Shira to my LI friends and anyone else who wants to take a quick trip to the island. She has a few gallery readings coming up on the island and a big event happening in March. I will share those details when I get them. If she comes back up for the Yorktown Relay I will absolutely post that too.
In-between all of this, I am getting ready for Sunday. What's Sunday, you ask? Only the best day ever! I am over the moon excited for our Women's Symposium. It is what we hope will be the first of many.
And then there is the small matter of feelings. Up, down, inside, outside and around, mine have been all over the place for days. And I recall, with all the sincerity of the therapist who shared it with me, "Feelings just are."
You don't need to explain them.
You just need to feel them.
And boy, do I.
Here's to all of us. May we be strong enough to be vulnerable.
It absolutely will make you feel.