I’m not going to lie to you, yesterday’s post was a doozy and it took it out of me. I laid around the house feeling sorry for myself, and wondering, ‘what is wrong with me?’ Unfortunately, I am biased and couldn’t find any reasonable answer for that question. (Read the post here, if you so dare.)
Sure, I have quirks and can be irrational. But, isn’t that everyone? Or, at least, every woman?
I was so upset, I even skipped dinner. GASP. But, I didn’t skip Happy Hour. Whew! Wipe the sweat from your brow now, please.
So, as I tried to fall asleep, all these weird memories (and story ideas) started flooding my brain – it gave me a rush of energy. I remembered an old magnetic notepad that was hanging on my refrigerator in Albania. It had a small graphic of a nun and a bunch of grapes. I cannot remember for the life of me where I found this notepad, but it made me laugh EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
“Hail Mary, full of grapes,” it read. Just a little pick me up every time I had to open the fridge. Which back then was plenty with a kindergartener and a toddler. Not that I miss those days, but I do miss the notepad.
So, tonight, as you reflect (or rehash) your poorest moments of the day, let’s all unite and give a big ‘pat on the back’ to ourselves for surviving intact. AND – I want you to grab a glass of wine, an amazing block of gruyere cheese and repeat after me, “Hail Mary, full of grapes.”
Until tomorrow –
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