Happy
Wow, just yesterday I wished for a stress-free, peaceful time and I got it.
Invariably on Fridays, something happens that I obsess over all weekend. Not yesterday. I had fun with my kids, we carved a pumpkin, went to a pep rally, played Around the World with multiplication facts, and after school went to a dance.
Let me say, I am the world’s worst chaperone. Why? I love to dance, and as a former music teacher, I know a lot of the line dances and party dances. (Plus, dh is NOT a dancer. I’m lucky to get one dance a wedding from him, and we’re getting older, so we know fewer and fewer people getting married.) So from the moment my last student got in the door, I was on the dance floor. My sweet boy (they’re all sweet, but this one holds a special spot in my heart) was beside me the whole time. He offered twice to buy me something to drink, and he loved showing off. Another of my students offered to buy me a soda, too. I left school looking forward to Monday, an effervescent joy that I am a teacher (something I never embraced before last year, and this is my 16th year in the job!) buoying me on the way home.
I came home (very late and very sweaty) and started entering changes into my ms, and called my dh to see if he wanted to go to our favorite restaurant for dinner. 
(We had a coupon that would have expired Sunday!) Thing is, the restaurant is about 40 miles northeast of here, and usually busy at night. Plus, it’s mostly outside and the night was a bit chilly for Texas. We went, and sat on the top floor, which was cozy and intimate.
We sat down just in time to see the sunset. It was a gorgeous view over the Guadalupe River, the food was delicious, and I let the stress melt away (without benefit of alcohol). It was a perfect fall evening, I was with my two favorite people. I was….happy.
But even as I let myself be, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. How sad, huh?
Anyway, am WAY behind where I wanted to be on Hot Shot - cut even MORE pages, so as soon as I get back from the grocery store, I'm slaving away. I wonder if I can convince the dh to go buy me a tiara.
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10 comments:
That sounds lovely! I'm glad you had a good friday.
Glad you had a good day!! Some of us are just born keeping an eye out for the bad stuff! Doesn't mean it is coming, but you're prepared if it does!!!
Restuarant looks lovely!! And I haven't been dancing in...has to be 2 years :( Grim.
Yay, Mary,
It sounds like you had a fantastic time . . . and on a Friday no less ;) I'm so glad you had that kind of day!
That restaurant looks lovely, and I know what you mean about waiting for the other shoe to drop -- it's human nature I guess.
Hope you are having a great weekend :)
I'm glad you had such a wonderful day. I think my friend who used to live in Austin has been to that restaurant.
I see we have the same taste in resturuants (OMG their food is so good! I need a roadtrip!). *sniff* I can't beleive you went without me *sob*
Ai, Mar, you gotta enjoy life and all it brings, as much as you can...and I won't go into why, it's a downer, but do it! :) I'm so glad you had a such a good time. I had fun last night just knowing that my daugther was having a blast at her Masquerade Ball...sometimes it's things like that which matter most. You're only 16 (or 47! like me) once.
J
PS----I spent the entire first 40 years of my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. How come? Because it seemed like it always did. I let myself be trained to think that way, and I was a very good student. But when I passed 45, I made a concerted effort to stop giving in to that training. If I ruin the good times by waiting for the bad times to show up, what have I done? How have I dishonored the good that has come my way? Why have I let myself come to believe that anything good that happens to me means that something bad will immediately come to balance it out? It's a kind of belief that has no place in my spirituality or in having a truly authentic life. And I sure want both of those, to the max. When I find myself on an "other shoe" bender, I take a deep breath and sink myself deep into the present moment, and remind myself that it is a gift given to me by Those who love me well. I honor the Divine, I honor myself, and I honor life, by loving it and letting it love me.
Love you, Mar.
J
Cece, I DID think of you. I promise. You come for the Merritt and we'll go.
Glad to know I'm not alone in the waiting for the shoe to drop syndrome. Mine got really bad last year, when my grandmother died, and things were looking up and then a good friend's husband died. Kinda like, "You want to be happy? Well, take THAT!" I'm trying to relax, though.
It's nice to have moments like that, isn't it?
Sounds like a great day! And I also understand you on waiting for another shoe to drop. When everything seems to go well, there's still that uneasy feeling inside. Then when I'm miserable, I recall how good it was before and I didn't appreciate that.
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