At Least They're Committed

I know I’m being carried, Dez. By now you’re probably familiar with the rather old and overused ‘Footprints in the Sand‘ poem and I’m fully aware that the only reason I am moving at all is because I’m being held. Oh, wait, what’s that I see? One set of footprints in the sand and shallow crevices scraping through them? So, well, maybe I’m being dragged, but that’s fine, I’m still moving.

I have poltergeists, which are often perceived as mischievous ghosts, but are in fact the culmination of bad or fearful emotions collecting into a physical energy that makes things ‘happen.’ My key to the storeroom has disappeared. I unlatched the door and let Mina out, turned and grabbed some water for her off the table and when I turned back the door was shut and locked again. Things around me keep creaking, falling, swinging and jumping off of tables and desks. I returned to my office and my chair (which rotates) was spinning.

Last week when I was working from home writing an article my attention was taken from the computer monitor to my 2/3-empty Diet Pepsi in its clear plastic bottle. I heard it first, it started to fizz loudly and, as I looked, it started to foam and roil violently enough for the ingredients to start separating. It bubbled nearly to the top before it stopped and quieted down. When it was over, the color was milky brown and debris was floating in the spoils.

Dez, your grandpa cried the other night because he’s afraid that because he’s laid up and unable to do the special things with you that have become your tradition, you’ll lose that special bond. I told him he’s full of shit.

So where was I going with this? Oh, oh yeah. Danielle called this morning and we plotted and laughed. Caitlin has been emailing making sure I’m OK, I had lunch with Shannon and we commiserated about never having any time to ourselves, Brian has been pinging with me and even my lunch meeting with David and his lovely daughter yesterday felt empowering.

That’s my point, Dez. You’ve got to have friends. You’ve got to be a good friend. Honestly care about people not expecting or demanding them to care back and you’ll find you have a powerful and unwavering network of support.