Um, yeah. Maybe that’s why I can’t ever motivate myself to clean my house. Nobody ever comes over. It’s nice to have a guest to force you to clean!
I grew up with a mother who loved having company and always had open arms to adopt the needy or the orphaned. Our home at holidays, and really any time, was open to friends and often to complete strangers who did not have family with whom to spend the days. There was (and still is) always room for one or two more at Mom’s table, and so I took advantage of the extra space this past Easter and invited M., my new friend from a previous post.
With the exception of street corner panhandlers (okay, and yes, even them), my heart breaks for people in need, especially if they are experiencing a pain or need that I have felt in my own life, a trait I likely inherited from my dear mother. Throughout my life, I have oft passed a few bucks–and once my last $20–to a stranger in need, or purchased a pack of ciggies for a bum who was digging through the dirty ashtray for butts. I am at my best when I transfer focus from the cares and insanity of my own life to someone else whose struggles may be worse than mine. Helping others makes me happy! Continue reading The Adoption Option
It is now the eve of day nine of what has so far been the happiest, most restful and yet productive vacation I have experienced in a long time, maybe ever. And what’s this? Someone or something wants to rob me of my joy! The clouds roll in and I can feel the darkness. My bed calls me, and I fear sleep may be my only escape. A brief nap and I’m awake again, out of bed and fighting for my life. Seriously, can’t I have just one more day or two or three without the clouds and without the fight. It has been so peaceful.
Ironically, I had lunch with a girlfriend this week who I hadn’t seen in years, and she confided in me that she is depressed all the time, that she just sits for hours and stares at the wall. She shared that she hates leaving her home and had almost cancelled our lunch date. As I I responded that I was so glad she had decided to come and that I understood and also struggled daily with depression, I reflected in the back of my mind on what a joyful, wonderful week I had been having, wondered at the fact, and silently thanked my Heavenly Father. Conversing with my friend was a mixed blessing–nice to have someone to share experience with but not wishing my own experience on anyone, and hoping against all hope that I was on the permanent upswing.