I was glad to finally be able to go to bed last night. There are times when the best part of some days are when they are over. As difficult as it was for me though, I realize that others had it much harder. I found no comfort in that thought, but it did keep me from settling into feeling sorry for myself or worrying about what will come next. After all – how could I allow myself that indulgence while there were still so many options available? I simply didn't.
They say that people show their true character in times of trouble. (Who are "they" anyway?) I find that to be true. It is easy to be fun and pleasant when things are going well. But when travelling the rocky roads – that is when the facade is lowered and we get a glimpse of one's true self.
When my best friend Cari and I would have troubles come our way, it seemed those were the times we laughed the hardest. Maybe that is why we were such good friends – we were a lot alike and always tried to focus on the good side and funny side of things, even when they weren't going exactly as planned. One thing we always felt was that there are ALWAYS options. True – some options may be less palatable than others, but they are always there. Neither Cari nor I were what you would call 'passive' people, so when things weren't looking so good in a particular situation, we would (sometimes blindly) pick another option and head out with full force. It didn't always prove to be the best one, but more times than not it was certainly better than where we were and definitely better than remaining stagnant and whining about whatever situation we were in. It was great to have a partner for that as well – one who was just as adventurous as I am, as no matter what the outcome, we had someone to share it with. Misery loves company they say, but so does the victor. As it is much more fun to have someone share that dance in the end zone with you after you had the big score.
I miss my friend Cari. But I feel she will always be with me. And I am happy that we had the many years as friends that we had together. No sisters could have been closer.
But back to today . . .
I am fortunate to have my wonderful partner Keith. While we usually use the analogy of me being the 'pink cloud' optimist and he being the 'dark cloud' realist, there are days when my cloud isn't so pink and he becomes the ray of sunshine beaming from our little company. This role reversal often shocks me because it doesn't happen very frequently, as I am the one who usually finds the grain of hope buried in the salt pile. It's a good check and balance though because of the shock value that it holds. The mere role reversal in itself makes me stop and take notice, and that usually is enough to make me aware that I need to change my attitude. Mission accomplished. No wallowing allowed.
So I spent the day yesterday answering a million questions (kind of an exaggeration, but I am sure there were ALMOST a million!) and by mid-day we decided to take off to Yarmouth for a couple of hours to pick up some needed supplies and just to 'regroup'. After all, it was a bright and sunny day and we had two convertibles sitting in the driveway. What better time for a drive along the ocean?
It did help, as we circled the wagons and came up with some ideas as to how we would fill the gap that would be left in our work. Not only did we come up with one or two ideas, but between us we had several new avenues to pursue that were not only feasible, but could also be downright awesome.
By the time we returned home, we had several new options to explore. I must admit though, that the day did take its toll on me. During those last few kilometers of driving through the countryside with the sun in my face and the wind in my hair I actually nearly fell asleep! I think I was just exhausted.
I returned to another round of questions and messages, and spent the remainder of the day clearing them out. Keith did some cutting and the laundry (what a guy!) and I cleared out my mail box and talked with some friends and that was about all I could handle. Some days are just like that. I found the best thing to do at times like this is to nurture yourself just a little and allow things to 'be'. We spent the evening listening to some great mellow music on the new speakers and doing 'nothing in particular'. Good for us.
Today I woke up with a sense of purpose. I know exactly what I am going to design next, and I am going to get started on it soon. The many ideas we discussed yesterday are floating around in my head and I know (I just KNOW) that things will be alright. I am even EXCITED about what the future holds for us.
I want to really thank my friends for your positive thoughts and wishes. As I read through all the supportive thoughts and messages yesterday, I couldn't help but think how fortunate I am to be surrounded by such awesome people. So many of you came through with your kind support yesterday. Not only for Keith and I, but for our friends at All American. It made my heart happy to see that so many of you saw beyond the small losses that you may have incurred by the events of yesterday and focused on the greater loss for us all, as well as the families and employees of AAC. I was really proud of you and it lifted me and encouraged me to do even better. You are awesome!
Have a beautiful Tuesday!
SLDK326 - Dream, Cherish, Live Plaque Pattern by Keith Fenton
-- Designer/Artist/Teacher. Owner of Sheila Landry Designs (http://www.sheilalandrydesigns.com) Scroll saw, wood working and painting patterns and surfaces. "Knowledge is Power"