of sheer madness
It’s Monday, I missed my mum something fierce this weekend, and it’s time for another totally self-indulgent whine, because I’m mad. Let me break it down for you.
I’m mad that I’m the only one getting a kick out of my burgeoning collection of shoes with heels that get stuck between cobblestones – nobody in this country knows that before Holland, I traipsed rubber sandals through monsoon mud for seventeen years.
I’m mad that all the tropical plants I try to grow indoors go catatonic, then die on me. (I’m talking about YOU, baby banana tree.)
I’m mad that my favoritest people in the world have conveniently scattered across continents other than this one. I’m coaxing up new favoritest people here, but it takes more time and aches more than I want.
Lastly, I’m mad that I’m not quite sure what to do with my new degree except maybe decoupage it onto the surface of a large jewelry box.
But.
Elderberry blossoms are overtaking the canal banks, and girls are peeling off their cardigans, and that cad of a sun is finally making an effort after all the couples’ therapy it and the earth rolled their eyes through during the winter.
Sap that I am, I can’t help but think that it’s going to be a grand Monday after all.
One of the best things about running a marathon is that shirt they give you after — the one emblazoned with the word “Finisher” in bold type. So maybe your shiny new degree is not a shirt, but somewhere (perhaps in Latin) it definitely says “Finisher” on it — which means you know how to commit to something, endure and persevere at some length, push on, keep on pushing on, and then finally complete what you started. Powerful and positive.
When it’s all over and you’re cleaning up the tinsel, sit down and write out the list of your assigned reading. Oh, that’s right, you DON’T HAVE ANY assigned reading!! Which means you are now free to read for pleasure — as God intended.
By the way, CONGRATULATIONS and we are proud of you!
Everyone needs–and deserves to have–a good whine now and then, especially if you miss your mom.
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