Wow. It has been a wild week. Not only have I gotten heartwarming accolades, but I actually had one day when I rolled out of bed and didn’t sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies (snap, crackle, pop). High five for me!
My life is such a rollercoaster – not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually. I cannot even imagine living without these highs and lows. It is part of what nourishes my soul and keeps me whole. Yet it is also what drives me to drink. Bartender, keep ‘em coming.
An 80-year-old friend, one of the feistiest old broads I have ever known, fell last week and broke her left arm. This fracture completely dislocated her upper left arm from the shoulder. At her age, it is a break that cannot be fixed and will not heal.
Let that sink in. Envision your left arm dangling from the shoulder, held together only by skin and torn muscle. You can use your hand and fingers without issue and maneuver your arm from the elbow, but that’s it. It is still there, but you will never raise it above your head again. Humbling thought, isn’t it?
So off I fled into unintelligible psycho-babble oblivion again. I am probably the only idiot on the planet to contemplate the movements of a boneless jellyfish while lost in awe of the divine wonder of the human skeletal system.
Although we are born with 270 bones, some fuse together and reach maximum mass usually by ages 25-30. So, we are left with 206 bones, and it only takes the ruin of one to dramatically impact our existence.
Yes, for you naysayers, life goes on. This is nothing compared to those who have suffered amputations and/or paralysis – that is purely heartbreaking. But just one bone – one single bone – can change life as we know it. Mind-blowing…
But something good always accompanies the bad. Well, almost always, if you look for it. Not only am I well on my way to 9,000 followers, but you also all surely saw my congrats from Facebook for earning a spot in the top 3% of rising creators last week. Never in a million years…
When I started this journey in the fall of 2020, I was simply appeasing lifelong friends who guilted me into writing. I made the mistake of telling them that I had once dreamed of becoming the Erma Bombeck of my generation because I thrived on her raw talent and incomparable ability to make me think and laugh at the same time.
Now, I didn’t, don’t, could never fulfill that dream because Erma was absolutely brilliant, and I am a wandering nomad in search of my true voice. But since that time, it has genuinely stabilized my sanity. This process makes me focus; it makes me look for the good with the bad and find value in both.
So, thank you, readers! Thank you, friends! Thanks to God and my celestial Angels who lift me daily! And for those who think my sanity has not been stabilized? Oh, whatever… Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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