As always, it is such a simple thing write a bunch of goals onto a piece of paper (or....type them onto a blog) at the beginning of the year. The phrase "New Years Resolution" is almost synonymous with the phrase "another year, another FAIL". Recently, I was ready to write off 2010 as yet another in a serious of misguided, though well-intentioned, defeats of will, not to mention willpower. Work has sucked, my workouts dwindled to nothing, money is tight, sleep is elusive, I can't seem to stop eating, Chris and I have both been sick, I can barely breathe even while sitting at this desk and my chest feels like a 40 pound weight is ever present...dammit, 2010! You were supposed to work miracles!
Just when I was feeling all justified in throwing in the towel - giving up, apologizing to the handful who followed my invite to read this blog, letting myself just get older and sicker...just when I was about to say EFF it...I received a package today.
It wasn't a million dollars. It wasn't a miracle health cure. It wasn't even an easier job. It was simply a cure package for the soul. It was a grouping of interesting books, some candy and a little perfume. More importantly, though, it was a reminder that I count. It said to me that the people that I respect and hold so dear also return the sentiment. It was a box of love at a time when I wasn't exactly loving myself.
I am hard pressed to find the words to truly convey just how much this was needed, and how it touched me, so I will try to do it justice by living up to the promises that I made here a few weeks ago.
Brigetta, I tore into your package like it was Christmas, and you made my heart sing. I love you and I thank you, truly, deeply. I am lucky you wandered into my life through this crazy 'series of tubes'.
Love,
~Jenn
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