Dinner with the son of a preacher man
Today has been a continuation of yesterday’s centering – I pretty much isolated myself into my world and yet took SOSs as they came – a friend’s father has colon cancer, my mother had a distressing call from my sister, my friend called that her paramour has, well how shall I say, stepped out of bounds yet again, and then there was a rat a tat tat of emails about a work situation that has snowballed into something bigger than itself – missives of this nature were rampant while I was cocooning.
Which is why I was maybe hesitant to go out to dinner when someone asked me and maybe he’s right – I’m moody – who knew? – but I felt guarded from taking the last 36 hours down and really allowing myself to feel some feelings that I have kept in abeyance – sadness, guilt, fear, anxiety – I followed my instincts though and went out to dinner knowing I would have to remove the veil at some point. And you know what, that was the right thing to do, sometimes it is good to interact and learn about someone else and see things, even yourself, through someone else’s eyes – even if he said I’m moody – well maybe it takes the son of a preacher man to show me a side of myself I didn’t know I had.