I Have a Strict Policy That Nobody Cries Alone in My Presence

Confessions of a Pioneer Woman

I love that web site. I can see what its like to be real cowboys (and girls!), enjoy awesome food pictures, and read a romantic story that gives us all hope in true love. But its the posts like the one she just put up that make me really like Ree.

Haven’t we all been there? We find ourselves in the middle of a big group where everyone is laughing and talking and learning and eating and celebrating life when we really could be at home in bed with a bottle of cheap wine and a gallon of ice cream and no one would wonder why. I’ve got my girls who have lost babies, parents, grandparents, pets. I’ve got my girls with clinically crazy parents, in loveless relationships, or who are facing death themselves. I’ve got my girls who simply have reached a dead end yet spend every damn day throwing their whole body on that locked door to try to make it budge. We could all sit around and be mopey, but instead we spend time together and (hopefully) appreciate the joys we bring to each other. Man, I love my girlfriends.

Last week, my unofficial counselor gave me permission to be sad and take time with losing my dad, a best friend. All of a sudden it was as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders. No, I’m not going to quit living my life, but I don’t need to be 100% ok with everything and get on with it already. How could such an easy concept have slipped by me? I didn’t spend 29 years building a relationship just to be able to say, “ok..that’s done. Next!” I will find solace in the arms of those that do surround me, but every now and then retreat to my memories of pop and the support that gives me, too.

Have I told you that I’m a lucky girl? Cuz, you know what? I am!

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One thought on “I Have a Strict Policy That Nobody Cries Alone in My Presence

  1. meghan says:

    We are lucky girls to know you Mags!

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