Days like today are appreciated by most people. I wasn’t rushing out of the house this morning; traffic was light; work was a perfect storm of few interruptions and productivity; and tonight brings a solid mix of Mexican food, great friends and football. What’s not to appreciate about a vanilla day like that?
Vanilla days put me on edge. They are the eerie calm before the storm. Like when birds stop making noise in the woods or the fish scatter on a reef. To me, vanilla days indicate imminent danger.
Like the quiet day I told the therapist I felt like something bad was going to happen and the next day S was diagnosed with cancer. Or the lazy morning TB and I were organizing the office at the new house, my brother called to tell me my mom had a stroke.
I’d definitely rather enjoy these calm days instead of worrying about impending doom … I just don’t know how to.
Since I’ve checked on each of my core people under the guise of a cheery, casual “Hello!”, perhaps tonight, I simply try to enjoy this vanilla evening of Mexican food, great friends and football.
Indeed. That sounds like a much better plan.
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