Life hands you a lemon. You think, "When life hands you lemons make lemonade." Good advice, you think, and you make yourself a glass. And onward life goes.
But what happens when you get a whole crateful of lemons dumped unceremoniously into your lap? What do you do then?
You lean on a friend. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell you that the very best friends in life are there for the good times, but even more so for the bad ones. These special people think of us when we are happy, sad, angry, depressed, excited, crabby, anxious, and everything in between. Some of them even have an uncanny sense for when you need someone the most, and offer up some means of escape.
I spent the later hours of the evening-and into the hours that end in a.m.-at a friend's house last night. We didn't do anything fancy. No wine-sipping or truffle tasting. (Though there was some fabulous cheese-eating.) No outings to a bar, concert, restaurant, or nightclub. We sat at her kitchen table in comfy clothes and slippers and played board games. Yep, we're talkin Scattegories and dice games here. Ate some deliciously greasy, cheesy pizza with Diet Coke. Followed by various sweets. We talked-a lot. We told lots of stories-some that we have all heard a million times but are still great to hear. Mostly? We laughed. Till we cried, in some instances. It was fantastic.
Did we talk about the fact that recently I had somehow acquired a whole crate of lemons? Yes, for a bit. But then we moved on. Those lemons are just a part of this life of mine. It was refreshing to forget about them for awhile, and just be me. Fully enjoying the company of M and her mom, and reveling in the fact that there are people out there that know the whole me. That appreciate me for every part of my life, good and bad, and have helped me to cope.
Last night, I was able to start putting those lemons back in that crate. They aren't gone, and they never really will be, but they are a bit more contained. I am feeling a bit more contained too-and really refreshed.
That, blog readers, is the sweetest gift at all.