After "one of those days", I sat down tonight in my makeshift office to attempt to re-imagine the events of this doozie of a day that had my head spinning so ridiculously out-of-control that the left and right hands had little purchase when they acted on my orders to stop the nonsense. Suffice to say, I knew enough this morning to step back when the work emails became personal. I appealed. . . I lost. . . I accepted. The work world can be cut-throat, and as much as we'd like to say "it's not personal, it's business", our sensibilities reflexively scream right back at us and say otherwise.
The world became right again because my baby sister just happened to call me after I arrived home. We meandered down the right path, finding ample reason to laugh, to support each other, to love each other; essentially, we sidestepped (with remarkable aplomb, I must say) the bullshit that on any given day can most effectively and convincingly reduce us to reactive, puny people.
One could say, my dear sister, that we behaved uncannily like Mom and Aunt Marie. We understand, don't we, why they spent so many hours on the phone together. . . laughing. . . ignoring us. . . shoring each other up. If they had tried to explain to us back then the medicinal nature of their conversations, we wouldn't have understood. We do now, don't we? Somehow, Marg, you just knew, right?
I feel great tonight - thank you!
