All I needed was time to heal. Yes, I had physical pain from a very bad case
of gout. And I realized that it was my own fault. It can be 2:00 in the
afternoon and it will dawn on me that all I have had to drink is half of a venti
iced green tea. Equivalent to maybe 12 oz. of liquid! I can't do that or the
uric acid builds up in my system. Well, blah..blah... blah.... you can surmise
the rest! Nine days of hobbling around as the pain slowly receded.
But I also was reeling from mental angst. I was going through a spell of
situations where negativity seemed aimed at me. Try as I might to dodge
the bullets, I was an open target. Should I fight back? Tried that before
but somehow they got the memo to wear deflective clothing at all times.
Yes, in their minds, I'm the one being too sensitive or worse ~ just totally
wrong!! I'll tell you, my neck was getting sore from turning the other cheek
over and over again.
I was really getting to a point where I was doubting everything. Am I really
creative or just kind of? Is my blog good enough for others to enjoy or
am I just banging away on the keyboard to only hear crickets in blogland?
Is any of this worth it as it seems so many others have grabbed at the brass
ring and got it! WOW!! Did I needed to shake this off or what?! I realized
that I had become a "super sponge" and was absorbing all the negativity
coming my way.. whether it was physical or personal. How did I allow this to
and encouraged me to stick to my plan of attending an art event in California.
Even though mentally I was hurting, my foot had finally repaired itself.
I packed art supplies and clothes and flew to sunny CA... a place where I
always say my soul belongs. That should have been a big sign right there!
My destination was an art event called, Spellbound. Produced by the
dynamic duo of Shea Fragoso and her mother, Debbie Murray.... two women,
who, through hard work, perseverance, and bucket loads of talent, have
taken the creative world by storm. Attendees were treated to a luxury
hotel, two days (and one night) of classes taught by top-notch instructors,
and most importantly... most importantly, friends, old and new!
the fountain of caring, supportive people who got me.. and I them!
And drink, I did. We helped each other in classes where we were acquiring
new skills. We shot big, genuine, welcoming smiles in each other's direction.
We listened to each other tell stories of what we had been doing since last
we were together. New friends were added to old and we welcomed them
with open arms. I love these women... I love these adventures!
my suitcases, I turned to my husband and said, "Thank you! No.... I don't
mean it in the respect that I need your permission or approval to go on
my adventures. (We don't have that kind of relationship). I just mean, "thank
you" for understanding that I need to get away sometimes. I just mean,
"thank you" for appreciating who I am."
The corners of his mouth turned up as he looked at me and smiled.
"You just always come home happier and I like that!"
As we hugged, I squeezed him just a bit tighter. Am I blessed or what??!!