The Edge of Insanity vs. The Peter Page Perspective...

“The Edge of Insanity vs. The Peter Page Perspective…
Well, today I had a lovely day. I had the fortune of having a husband that had the wherewithal to realize I may need a diversion this weekend. He took me to the Elms Resort and Spa and had them pamper me with a mineral bath, massage, salt scrub, facial, wax, pedi and mani! While most may consider this an overload, it is exactly what my rampant, racing mind needed. Wes is a genuine, sincere, wonderful man, and I’m blessed to have married him. His humor is priceless, and we’re a good match.
The “Peter Page Perspective” is reflection on a precious boy, who would be my middle nephew Mark’s age, whom I use to babysit and taught how to swim in my sister’s pool. His mother is one of my sisters dear friends. Peter was a sparkplug, precious, and quite a little charmer. He also had leukemia and was taken way too early. The reason I mention this is because in the grand scheme of life, there is tragedy, and there is true tragedy. Peter’s story is true tragedy. Mine is not. I’ve been blessed to have a wonderful, free-spirited, zany and fortunate life. I don’t mean to presume I’m ready to throw in the towel just yet…I’m prepared to fight this with a vengeance and with as much competitiveness as I can garner. I’m an athlete and quite competitive. However, I must also be rational, prepared and straightforward with myself.
I have felt as if I’m on the edge of insanity. Everyday chores are now tough to complete. It’s amazing how control seeps out slowly, eking its way towards confusion and distraction. My mind is racing, my thoughts are many, and my spirit fluctuates. In one moment, I’m positive, secure and strong. In an instant, it gravitates towards negative-town, and I feel the need to go “walkabout” to keep occupied.{Thanks T, for my new favorite word: walkabout}.
I had a great evening to top off my total “Julie immersion” day. My middle nephew Mark, his girlfriend Carrie, and my nephew Mike’s wife, Tami, met us for dinner at the Jazz Café at Legends in Kansas City. For two hours, my mind was happy, and I was surrounded by those who mean the most to me. My nieces and nephews, and great nieces and nephews truly put smiles on my face. It was a slice of heaven wrapped around some excellent food.
Please make sure to take the time to tell those who bring happiness to your life that they, indeed, do so.
Love and Prayers,
Julie