Jet Lag Repercussions

There was a time when I felt like my life was over, that I had been dealt a shitty hand and this world pretty much sucked. I went on a trip to the Dominican Republic and was shown what true grace under pressure was. I met beautiful men and women who didn’t focus on all they didn’t have (what was a shitload by US standards) but what they did have and the love they shared. I am not ashamed to admit that I was jealous of them. I went to “help” them but they helped me by teaching me the true things of value in this world…God, self, family, friends and above all things love of each of these.


So now that jet lag has reared its ugly head and kept me awake for several hours. Instead of wallowing in my misery (okay, so I ‘m doing a little of that) I‘ve decided to count my blessings. And what stands out is how blessed I have been since my life “ended”. I have met the most amazing friends who have given me more love, support and happiness than I can ever tell. Naming the names would be silly cuz I’ll forget someone….once I did that. A special, silly, sage and perhaps a bit senile person (okay already, I’m the senile one!) who loved, cared for and carried me during the darkest of times. How I failed to mention a person who, at the ring of the phone would drop everything and whisk me away to get lost in a cornfield that never was or may be…I’ll never know. But I did.

So in these wee hours of the morning, without mentioning any names I’ll focus on the beautiful times… the coffee on the couch times, the wine in the kitchen times, the dinner on the deck times. The late night phone calls about how stupid men are. The wee early morning (or early afternoon China time) calls on how stupid women are. Girlfriend dinner dates that include a very special couples dinners (we are so fabulous!) on Valentine’s day and wine pairing dinners. A team that is more concerned about teasing, joking and laughing than actually winning (in theory any way). Esoteric texts and FB messages. Floating down the river eating grapes. Puppy sharing. Trips to the beach, Italy, and LV…including those labeled as running away from home. Hiking as much to clear ones head and heart as to get the exercise our plump bodies crave. Being and wearing the bad influence badge and agreeing that yes, Boys Are Retarded (BAR). The dishing and taking of advice on work, family, relationships and what food is to be avoided at all costs! Pictures of feet. Bacon…bands…beer. Have I mentioned wine?

So, I wrote this last night and then managed to sleep back to sleep for a couple more hours. I’ve been pretty wiped out/drained/cranky…whatever you wanna call it. But re-reading it this morning has infused life back into me. Even when they aren’t here, my friends work miracles.