Notes from the Road

I start this post by acknowledging it’s almost 2:30 in the morning and I should be going to sleep. I’m not a night owl by nature but I’ve been having such a good time it has been hard to think about sleep. And, I’m on vacation – so it really shouldn’t matter if I stay up all night. I probably won’t say that in the morning – it’s the one day we have to get moving. So what has been keeping me up? I’m going to blame my friend – she continuously makes me laugh. We’ve been up each night laughing over something, each other, anything. Basically having slumber parties. I love to laugh but I think over the years I haven’t laughed like I use to. My husband nicknamed me “silly girl” when we were dating because he never knew what I was going to do. Although I know I’ve continued to laugh at things – one of the biggest compliments I received at work was how my laugh was going to be missed (and in the hospice world humor is needed and I always looked for it) -I knew it was missing from what it used to be. It’s felt good to laugh and to sit in the sun, eat great food and see the most unbelievable colors of water. Most importantly, it’s healing to be with a friend who simply let’s me be me and is helping me to remember how it feels to laugh so hard you are bent over holding your stomach. Tears are healing but laughter is equally and sometimes more so. Hoping you are making time to laugh along the way!