It’s that kind of morning… The kind I remember hearing people talk about and not really understanding, because when I wake up, I feel good. I mean… Other than those few aches and pains that come with a typically busy and hectic life. I rarely wake up in pain, and generally motion relieves any struggles I have with moving. So, here’s my transparent revelation about growing older (notice, I did not say OLD) and the benefits of pain killer coffee…
Yesterday was a busy, exciting, thrilling, and highly satisfying day of new business development, new consultations, and promotions with customers who appreciate my services, not to mention a delightful reveal that one of my favorite kiddos (who isn’t my child) lives nearby and is going to beauty school. YAY me, someone to do my hair and I can teach her some fun stuff in the process… remember that balayage hair color I keep wanting to do? Yeah… She wants to learn how. I’m going to teach her how, this Sunday, which means I need to slip out and grab some color and tin foil.
So, when I went to bed last night – I was literally exhausted.
And I kind of crashed…
But for some reason, I had to get up, go potty and get a drink and when I came back to bed my phone was blinking and someone had posted an article on my Facebook wall, and wanted my opinion. Just my opinion…
To be honest, I can’t really remember much about the article, other than it had something to do with a metaphoric baptism of Houston and Florida, which I thought was pretty much insanity on a hurricane. But they asked my opinion, and I gave it.
The only specific I remember about my opinion was that one of the words kept correcting to the wrong word, so when I spelled it out the last time there was an odd ‘spacing’ which left -men- between parts of the word with spaces. Okay. sheesh, it’s facebook they’ll read through the typo and it’ll be fine, right?
The message that came back to me was something about not shooting the messenger…
So, I asked “What do you mean?” And the writer said something explaining what shooting the messenger meant… Um… I’m a writer. I know what that phrase means. “What did you mean by it?”
I think there may have been another comment about the message I sent… Then they sent back “Got it!”
Well, that was pretty much the end of me last night. I crashed… But I kept waking up treading water… Like I was part of the hurricane thing going on in the article. I even posted a “Not my monkey” as a way to let go of whatever it was… Because at a glance I couldn’t find the discussion last night when I woke up the first time, either.
So, more treading water dreams… Then early this morning, I’m with a few other people and we’re chasing a tornado, until our vehicle quits, and we’re running after this darned tornado, through a field, across a bridge…. And then into a city… Transparent revelation?
I know, you’re probably thinking “This woman is nuts!”
And in the city, there are these odd shaped walls surrounding us and clouds boiling up over us and then rain. Pouring rain. Splattering drops and then just drenching torrential rain falls slapping us.
And that first response about shooting the messenger is slapping at me. It’s literally WORDS coming out of the water SLAPPING me.
Then there’s a gentle tapping on my knee. And I wake up to my daughter nudging me awake to keep an eye on her youngest son while she takes the oldest one to school. And I realize I’ve overslept. My foot hurts. I mean… My foot ACHES. Suddenly, as if I’ve been wandering around in a mess of sewage for days, my foot and leg ache.
I wake up. Look at the clock. And I realize I need to get out of bed, but I don’t want to stand on my foot. I do it anyway. Getting dressed is kind of a chore, but I took a quick shower (while my grandson slept) and got dressed, then made coffee. Still worrying the craziness of that conversation. What did it mean, and how was my response “shooting the messenger”?
So, I pulled up my Facebook and can’t find the message. Can’t find the article. I’ve even searched google, for what I thought would be keywords in the article, and nothing… Nothing. Can you believe NOTHING?
Meanwhile… Coffee is brewing.
I’m seriously in some pain with that darned foot, and my mind keeps wondering to the pain. I just want it to stop. So I put some neosporin on my leg, and fill a coffee cup with coffee, grab an ice pack, and elevate my leg under my desk with ice. Slowly the pain subsides, and I’m busy with writing, and a conversation comes up about my monkey post… Someone sends me a message and asked if I was mad at them… Um, no. Should I be mad at you?
The conversation evidently has been interrupted. I don’t remember this being the person of the original message, because “coffee cup” icon… But I suppose. Anyone can be a coffee cup.
With random interruptions, and a variety of jobs to get done today, my leg at least feels better, and I’m back to working without the ice pack on my foot, although… It really feels good, so I do put my foot on it now and then. Transparent revelation or not… My foot feels better.
Another pot of coffee and at least three bottles of water later, and I’m working away on content.
Transparent revelations can be incredibly readable stories your audience adores, or boredom that will send them scurrying to the door. I’d like your opinion on this piece.
I may never know who sent me that message last night, and I may never in a million years forget that horrific “treading water feeling” that came afterward during the haunting… But I don’t remember ever shooting the messenger. Perhaps there’s a body somewhere?
Your turn… Share something about your world today with me.