|Love and live to laugh but not immune to tears. Mommy, wife, jewelry designer. Instagram: @annanavahandcrafted|
I know life isn't fair. I know bad things happen to good people, all the time. I know bad people seem get away with so much, all the time.
But, today my friend passed away. She was young but ravaged by a disease that didn't care about her heart of gold or everything she did to make the world just a little more colorful. It's not fair!
I'm happy to have known her but SO sad she's no longer here.
Yesterday I danced.
I dragged my butt out of bed, hit the shuffle button on my iPod music library and I danced. And danced.
As it turns out, nostalgic mariachi tunes blasted from the Bose Sound Dock speakers my hubby gave me for Valentine's Day (and a good dose of sunshine) work wonders, when attempting to coax a teenager out of his cozy cocoon. (Btw, whomever invented bluetooth technology should be canonized. Anyone want to volunteer to file the petition?)
Once my son was out the door and on his way to school, my attention was drawn to a song that reminded me of a few friends I grew up with. Of course I had no choice BUT to type a group text to 'my chicas' with only the bes...
It's my lucky, lucky, LUCKY day. 🍀 Brain doctor says I'm good to go! Until next year. (I'm a benign brain tumor/neurosurgery survivor of 11 years. I have annual check ups. It's always stressful.)
Time to dance--And eat chocolate, of course!
So my husband and I have an ongoing conversation about an item on my bucket list. "What is it?" you might ask. Before I meet my maker, I'd like to ... (drum Roll, please) throw water in someone's face and storm off, hair flying, pissed off while suppressing a giggle. I've been around a little bit and past boyfriends have made me angry, so it seems as though I should have already had the pleasure of such a movie-worthy moment, but I haven't. I've given it years of serious thought and I've come to the conclusion that I simply cannot leave this earth without having emptied a glass of water in someone's face! (anything else would burn someone's eyes and possibly ruin clothing ...
Just spent the weekend with a friend who just lost her husband, the love of her life, in a freak accident. Here one minute, gone the next. Just. Like. That.
It makes no sense. It's unfair. It's heart wrenching to think of the path my friend will have to walk, to arrive at a place of peace. I don't want this sadness or trial for her and the protective part of me is angry on her and her young daughter's behalf. I'm angry.
My brain knows life is unfair and that bad things sometimes happen to good people. My heart wants to throw a tantrum, get in someone's face and demand answers.
She needs me. And I will be there. I'll hold her when she needs to sob, I'll listen when she wants t...
Slow down. I mean it. This is all going way too fast and I need a few extra minutes to savor the important things.
The thing is, Dearest Time, if I weren't in such a rush to take advantage of you, if I weren't so aware of how quickly you sneak away, and if I could just take a break from my attempts to devise a trap to keep you around, I'd be able to pay a smidge more attention to the right now.
Just think of it, Time! If you slowed down, I'd slow down and STILL do it all! No one and nothing would be neglected and I'd meet Death with a sense of fulfillment. No regrets.
How about it, Time? You slow down, I'll take it from there.
I used to think my contributions to the world were my smile, laugh and penchant for 'chatting up' strangers, acquaintances, and friends alike. The belief that my friendly character and available ear had a positive impact on the fortunate (or unfortunate) soul who happened to be standing next to me at the grocery store or walking into class at the same time as I was or contemplating life at a coffee shop with a view of the ocean, lasted into my third decade (a little longer than the smile I always included next to my signature).
"I will talk to ANYONE", I often told my friends. "I love listening to people's stories and sometimes all someone needs is another someone to b...
Earlier today when we met up with the hubbyfor lunch, we (son and myself) were discussing an article regarding a possible link between music, dancing and happiness:
Me: So in order to reap the benefits of the connection, you have to be actively engaged with the music you're listening to. Like dancing or even just moving to the music. You can't just sit, with earbuds in, listening to music. You know, like your cousin Bella listened to music on the metro in Madrid? That's a no-go. 😀
Hubby: I try but y'all get embarrassed of me.
Son: it's hard no to... Lol
Me: You can just chair dance like this! (I proceeded to bounce around in the booth we were sitting in. The restaurant was in a dec...
I write to create my own time capsule. Each piece serves as a snapshot of myself that will, upon revisitation, reveal the essence of me. In case I forget.
My iPod, the one with the black silicone Lego-themed case would be in my pocket. Always.
For me, music is a refuge, a time-transporter, an exalter, a comfort, an encourager and an absolute joy-maker. There are but a few things I could not live without. Music is one of them.