A couple of nice things have happened to me lately that I'd like to share with you, because now, instead of being a tired-out old crust of a woman with a soul as bitter as a cup of Starbucks extra-dark, I'm all about sweetness and light and scraping the saucy savory bits of life from the bottom of a love-deglazed cast-iron life, baby.
Thing the first: As every lady of a certain age should do as often as her personal physician tells her to, I recently went for my yearly mammmmmmogrammy. Oh, yeah, having those cold cold plates of....plastic (not so cold) press the boobage into impressively wide and long extra-large pancakes is an annual rite I would NOT miss, though mostly because the radiology office is relentless in reminding me of the obligation and I'd hate to disappoint them because they are so eager.
I don't mind the squooshing so much, my gals are not so very sensitive that I feel close to crying out in pain at the ultimate smooshery levels, and in fact I like looking at the pics when the schmashing is done. There's all MANNER of stuff in there, like fat and muscle and fibrous tissue - it's weirdly pretty and fascinating to be able to take a peek into what's below the dermis.
OK, so that's not the 'nice' thing I'm talking about; the nice thing is the letter I got in the mail a few days later, letting me know that there is no sign of breast cancer in either Lefty or Righty. Hooray!! Even though there's no history of breast cancer in my family (that I'm aware of), it's still a reason to celebrate. Any woman can relate to this: you don't really have a reason to worry, but when you're told you don't HAVE to it can take a load off.
Then there was Thing the Second: I got a very nice note from a colleague praising me and thanking me for the hard work I put in rewriting a couple of reports in his area of expertise. Not MY area, mind you, but his. It was like walking into a dense forest and aiming for the occasional clearings at first, trying to understand what his works take-home messages were, but after a while I was stumbling around in more shade than in shadow, and eventually into the light, which I could then shine on his bottom line (hee!), for which he was much appreciative.
Getting a 'thank you' note at work is really truly meaningful. I should send more of them. It made me happy for a whole day. Especially when the writer includes the target's boss on the message. It's like sending an extra-special gift, that is.
I've been rather more sunny since those things happened. Which is good, because I've sort of been in a rut lately, and maybe so overwhelmed with things that I do nearly none of them. Getting a bit of good news is like handing a kid a kite on a windy day - you can't feel bad about something like that.
Hope your days are looking up as we head into the blessed cooler days of Fall,
Tiff out.
1 comment:
I'm proud of you!!
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