Jan 06

A Picture is Worth a Bucket of Smiles

There goes the sound of the Facebook notification on my cell phone. At first thought, I wondered who in the world was tagging me in something. Then, I saw that it was a couple of pictures from my friend Dana, who I haven’t seen in a while. Where could these pictures have come from, since we have not been out recently? Then, I finally saw them and I was instantly a bucket of smiles and warm feelings. My immediate thoughts were, “Ooohhh, I forgot about these pictures! My friends! My favorite DJ! We looked so happy! My hair is so cute (what did I do to get it to look like that). Forget that, I was cute!” In that instance, an entire, not so great day, was turned around with two pictures. Why is that I wondered? I guess, just like most folks, I like to be happy and I like to feel good and those pictures reminded me of a moment in time where I was just that – happy and feeling good.

Lately, I haven’t been in a happy-go-lucky mood, although some seem to believe that I’m happy all of the time. I have been super busy cleaning house, putting out fires, trying to shape-up overall – personally and professionally. It just seems like every step forward I take, I end up being pushed 3 steps back. As uplifting as I can be to others, sometimes it’s difficult being that person to myself. A lot of people say, you know you’re doing something right when you’re faced with so many challenges. Really? I don’t know about that. I do know that it is all so overwhelming and today’s woes seemed to be the worst. I was not sure if it was the weather or recent troubles, but then, I realized that today marked an anniversary that I don’t celebrate or mark on the calendar.

4 years ago today, my dad passed away. I don’t TRY to think about. I often feel like I can’t control the sadness, it just seems to set on me for no reason. I don’t consciously sit around for weeks or days, saying or thinking, tomorrow’s THAT day. Even though I’m overly somber that he’s not “here” anymore, I do rejoice when I think about the happy times and the silly, yet reflective conversations with my dad. I just hate that I can’t pick up the phone and call him. I can pick up the phone and call my friends though, can’t I?


Flash Gordon Parks, Me, Savvy, Dana at Alley Kat Bar & Lounge (Houston)

“My friends and family are my support system. They tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear and they are there for me in the good and bad times. Without them I have no idea where I would be and I know that their love for me is what’s keeping my head above the water.” -Kelly Clarkson

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