So, I feel obligated to apologize for my vanishing act over the past week. I kept meaning to blog but something would come up that would pull me away from the computer. But now, I'm back.
I've had a great week - which stemmed from all of my activity. I started with Hot Yoga on Tuesday and then Pilates on Thursday. Loved each class and was pumped that I actually allowed myself to leave the office at 5:15 in order to get to my class. I went up to the farm on Saturday and worked a few horses - "horse therapy", as I like to call it. This morning I woke up at the crack of dawn, cleaned, did a few loads of laundry and then Ashley and I went on a wicked bike ride. Along the way I managed to get a new pair of glasses and grabbed the 'Back to the Future' trilogy for $20 - SWEET!
Wednesday night was interesting. I met up with one of my best friends, Kate. She knows that one of my New Year's resolutions was to get out more and be less of a hermit. We decided to get together and we agreed that we would go out for a drink - although I will admit I tried very hard to make my home sound appealing - she stuck to her guns and dragged me to Hemmingway's. (An important thing to know about our friendship is that we have known each other since first year university, however, our relationship grew into the friendship it is today because she has also lost her father and understands the devastation felt when you loose your mentor and best friend. We are each other's support and shoulder to lean on. Our typical, and weekly, 'play dates' consist of dinner, TV and tons of laughter. We rarely talk about our specific feelings about our loss but somehow just being in the same room is support enough.) Wednesday was not a typical 'play date'. For some unknown reason we both began to talk about how we were feeling and not surprisingly, we both said that we were going through a rough patch. We both cried, in the middle of this busy bar and laughed at the irony of the fact that we have weekly, private play dates and we decide to open our souls in the middle of some bar - ha, go figure.
Why did we feel that busting into tears was safe in the middle of such a public venue?
We laughed it off, went back to my place and did what we do best - laughed. We laughed so hard that at points I wondered if we would need to call for oxygen masks.
It's wonderful to have great friends - they are worth their weight in gold.
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