A DAY WITHOUT WHINE

Freshman Mom spends a lot of time whining…or if not whining declaring things that may not be going according to her plans, or things that she could/would fix and sometimes she just tells it like she sees it. But since we all see things differently maybe her way isn’t always the other’s truth, but for many it’s close enough.

It’s a beautiful day in New York. I’m blessed to write this looking over Central Park from a gorgeous apartment my husband provides for me.

Sometimes on Twitter people – well, mostly Deepak Chopra- thank people he is grateful for. Sometimes it’s other new age gurus, sometimes his family and sometimes Ashton Kutcher.

For a while I was keeping a grateful book – a little green notebook actually given to me by Taylor and I would write down each day something that was good as opposed to starting my day in the pain-seeking missile fashion to which I have grown accustomed.

It works quite well.

I stopped the week Blake died.

I’m starting back today….but I will share it with you.

Today I am grateful for Sheldon Bull who last night shined a light into a corner of my life that desperately needed illumination.

I am grateful for a man I’ve never met called Larry Enzer, who is my Facebook friend by way of one of the people I am grateful for daily whether I jot it down or not, Paul Williams.

Larry on almost a daily basis sends me a nugget – a pat on the back – an acknowledgment. Though he may not know it, as we don’t even know each other, it always makes a big difference.

I am grateful for my husband, as I do not know another breathing person who could live with a top that is wound as tightly as I am at times.

I would not call it a great week all in all.

But to quote my friend the amazing writer Marie Brenner from her book APPLES AND ORANGES:

“Any day you wake up and someone doesn’t tell you its time to get your things in order is a good day.”

I may have gotten the words a little jumbled but the book is at the office and I am at home.

I say it to myself when I start whining about the absurd.

I leave for LA on Monday for several days of memorializing my friend Blake.

This morning is a morning I would call Blake. I would call him for many reasons; one being to make plans for his birthday that falls on the third. I am making plans anyway as we need to celebrate his birth as well as his death.

And I would call him to ask him advice and this is what he would say to me…

“God grant me the serenity 
to accept the things I cannot change; 
courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time; 
Enjoying one moment at a time; 
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; 
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
 as it is, not as I would have it; 
Trusting that He will make all things right
 if I surrender to His Will;
 That I may be reasonably happy in this life 
and supremely happy with Him
 Forever in the next.”

He lived by those words for a decade and managed to find peace in a turbulent business and chaotic family.

I sometimes feel like everyone should go through a drinking problem just to go to AA. I’m considering taking one up…..

One joke…old habits are hard to break. Though it might be an idea.

I’m grateful for 48 years with Blake.

Have a good day everyone.

Tell someone you love them, as one day you could be Twittering and find out they are gone.

FRESHMAN MOM

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