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Are you blessed? Fabulous!
Published:
12/8/2010 12:04 PM
Last Modified:
12/8/2010 12:07 PM
This photo has absolutely nothing to do with my blog -- kinda like the rambling third-from-the-bottom paragraph of the blog itself.
Happy Hump Day! I'm in a brighter mood than usual for the mid-week, so I figured I'd holler at y'all now in case someone drops a work-related bombshell on me in the afternoon, and the Eeyore in me creeps up. Poor Eeyore. I wish my voice were that deep.
Anyway, so I went to the gym this morning (probably why I'm in a better mood), my foot's feeling better (not hobbling like the past two weeks) and I've managed to eat rather healthily the last two days (except for the two brownies I had Tuesday afternoon at work, but whatever). Lots of praises.
After ditching the elliptical machine and Hoovering some water from the fountain, I started to make my way to the locker room but paused to allow an elderly woman to pass in front of me first.
"Good morning," I said. She kinda looked at me with slightly leery glance (I get that a lot). So I followed it with, "How are you?"
"Blessed, thank you," she said, and kept walking.
Since then, I've been pondering what my response should've been. I kinda went, "Awww," but I stopped myself because that would've seemed very patronizing. Same goes for, "Fabulous!" which is usually my default response. Thankfully, I didn't say that. I just smiled with my head cocked to one side and went to the locker room to wash away the sweat and slight social faux pas.
Obviously, I should've said, "Me, too" -- because she would've cared and all. No, seriously, I am quite blessed, and I should say that more.
But do I have the Cinderalla balls (was that polite enough?) to drop "I'm blessed" when someone passes me in the hall at work to ask how I am? Because usually when people ask, they really don't want to know. I don't tell passersby how I'm doing anymore when they ask a casual "how are you?" -- at least not since that time I got lost in the hospital while visiting my ailing grandmother about 20 years ago. Have time for a non sequitur? Here goes ...
So I'm ambling around looking confused and decidedly dorky when an elderly lady stopped me and asked -- or so I thought -- "Honey, how are you?" And, despite the fact that I was painfully shy back then, I go on some long tangent about how I was lost in the hospital, complete with turn by nerdy turn of my boring adventure being lost -- and hungry, no less. When I had finished, she smiled and said, "No, Honey, I asked if you had the time," and she pointed at her wrist. "My uncle here" -- and she pointed to the man beside her, looking sad -- "just lost his wife, and" something, something, something. I have no idea what she said after that, as I felt the color flush quickly from my face. I apologized, then stumbled off -- right before saying, "I'm sorry, I don't have a watch."
But anyway, next time someone asks me how I am, even if you know they don't care any more than the man in the moon, I'm gonna say, "I'm blessed" -- because it's true. We all are, really.
Peace, love and rambling stories that make no sense ... XOXO
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