Those who know me best know that I’m usually a fairly emotionally stable person. I don’t go flying off the handle about things, and I can usually keep stuff together fairly well. I just sort of maintain a standard operating level of bitchiness, but this week was different.
I’m not quite sure why it was different, I just know it was. Funny though the things though that make you feel better….
- Drinking half a bottle of tequila with you bestie and bawling like a baby at her pool at 3 in the afternoon. Yup….we were those girls, and we don’t care what you want to say about it. Sometimes a girl just needs booze, her bestie, and a good cry! On a side note, I’ve never been drunk and then sobered up again all in the same night. Yay for new experiences!
- Movie night on the couch with the Scout baby….she’s my ride or die!
- Running a 5K. I hate to run, it’s not my thing and it never goes well for me. Sometimes though, you have to run for those who can’t. So today I put on my shoes, left the music and distractions at home, and ran for my Dad.
Now I’m not sure that it ever gets any easier or better. I don’t know why it seemed better to cry at a pool than at the funeral. I don’t know why I can just be going about my day, and all the sudden the feels punch me in the gut. What I do know though, is that life goes on. Even when Dad was here and sick, he wanted everything to go on as normal. So, I’ll continue to do what I do, and life will go on. Sometimes that the best you can do.