This morning I decided to chuck all my meds into the trash. And you know what? I feel SO much better. The drug-induced fog that permeated my brain has disappeared. My head is clear, and I feel more in control of my body and my time.
So I went for a drive.
(If you want full disclosure here, I should also let you know that my mother-in-law is staying with us for a few days. And with the kids in school and Dave at work, I NEEDED to get out of the house. By myself. For at least two hours.)
So I hopped into my car and drove to
AI Friedman in Port Chester, NY. And while I was perusing the aisles for a tube of this and a stack of that, the London poster to the right caught my eye. Maybe it's the fact that I'm obsessed with British tabloids like
Hello! and
OK!, but anything that has to do with jolly ol' England makes me stop in my tracks. This particular poster is full of primary colors and British royals. It's busy and loud and crammed with pretty type. My immediate crafty thought was, "I can make a book out of this." So I picked it up.
As I placed it in my shopping cart, I saw a phrase at the bottom of the poster: "Keep calm and carry on." At first, I felt ridiculous and a little indignant. Keep calm? Really, me? I've had this cough that's made me so crazy I went to my doctor and practically begged for sleeping pills. (No, she did
not give them to me. A total bummer.)
But then I had a zen moment. It was the realization that in all my hysteria, I found that I could carry on. Or maybe that life simply goes on. And because of that basic truth, I should stop questioning the reason for this darn cough and just accept it.
Keep calm and carry on. It's become my mantra. I cut this part of the poster out and it now hangs in my work room.
Keep calm and carry on. I'm turning forty in 12 freakin' days!
Keep calm and carry on. My mother-in-law won't stop talking!
Keep calm and carry on and on and on...
