There are a variety of reasons I love my physical therapist. And while I could delve into the really valid reasons I love Physical Therapist Jill (a new and seemingly more permanent cast member in my life adventure), I feel like focusing on a, perhaps, more superfluous one: she, too, listens to Christmas music in October. And in a week of absolute insanity, this makes me oh so happy.
Today has not been what I would call epic, nor has the week for that matter. It feels as if the million little details I referenced in yesterday’s post are starting to win, aided by technical problems, an account that won’t send emails to my momager, and Internet that seemed determined not to work. Yet as I climb my way out of the struggles of today and look forward to a coffee date with my writer-buddy this evening, I know that this week comes but once a year. It can be survived. And this temporary madness will be worth it in the end.
In the midst of all the craziness of yesterday, it was time for a photo shoot. So I did what I could to help my deflated hair, tried to hold my energetic hand steady enough to apply eyeliner, and crammed a couple hundred photo shots into less than two hours. My smile might not have come out to play if it hadn’t been my sister taking the shots (and, yes, I know that the grammar of that sentence was terrible), but–since it was her–it was easy enough to find a happy place in my spirit. Of course, she got a few shots of when my smile slipped away and a crazy fish face replaced it… Not that those will make it onto the author website or even this blog.
And so, a blog post that started with a serious whining spirit (and a countenance that is surprisingly reminiscent of this pouting moose dessert creation from Le Cellier in Epcot) has now served to remind me of the beauty and fun of life. Even life this week.
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