Eight months ago around Christmas time something happened. Something besides Christmas, and New Years, and birthdays and life in general. I slid into a slight depression. This isn’t new to me. I’ve visited this crumby place before and knew I needed to take up a fighting stance.
Some days were mighty successful. Others not so much. The worst part for me is the inconsistency of one day feeling invincible and the next feeling I was a complete failure. (Honestly, there were days I felt a failure at folding laundry. Okay so maybe the wadded up tee-shirt in the corner of the draw wasn’t perfect. But I tried.) Logically I know neither the invincible nor the failure was true. But that didn’t change my daily routine
…except when it came to sharing here.
I wrote many blog posts that never made it to the big screen. They were written during the highs and re-read during the lows. This lead to each post being deleted and thrown onto the ever growing scrap pile of discarded words… never to be published.
Then today Mr. P and I went shopping at IKEA. (I know, how could this possibly be related to not writing?) It started in the restaurant. I think there is a rule that you may NOT leave the building until you eat some meatballs. I’m not sure if this is truly the law or not but I was NOT going to chance a run in with the Meatball Police OR the Swedish Chef. So…
We, Mr. P and I, were sitting at a rather large table doing our duty to obey the meatball law and a lovely lady named Debbie asked if she could sit with us. We had a delightful conversation which lasted far longer than the meatballs… ending with the exchange of information so we can keep in touch. (FYI: We had a lot of things in common besides meatballs.)
So there it was… after talking about writing I blurted out that I had a blog. Debbie said she’d love to read it. Sure, no problem. I gave her the blog address and then wondered… Maybe I should visit the place myself. Do a little dusting, take the wadded tee-shirt out of the drawer corner and add a few more words instead.
So here’s to you Debbie… my new friend from Eugene. Thanks for your enthusiasm, your cheerful smile, and all the crazy coincidences.
Debbie, next time you’re in town? Let’s do meatballs!