Tonight I had to laugh as I dogged my way through backed up email.
The first email I opened was from a friend encouraging me to drink my own urine.
No, I did not freak out or wretch.
I laughed. Out loud. And it was a most welcome sound. I could laugh because anyone who didn’t know us would think she was crazy, and that I was too. But that’s their problem, and their brand of crazy.
I haven’t done a lot of laughing of late, and having a friend who can talk about drinking pee makes me smile – laugh even.
I’m not going to get into the whole pee-as-a-beverage conversation, but let me just say this; she’s not crazy. She’s my friend.
That email (and the prior conversation we had about the entire process), reminded me of just how lucky we are to have friends with whom we can share our brand of crazy with. It is a wild and crazy life after all, and I think that’s easy to forget.
“I haven’t been myself lately,” was something that I said to a colleague today as we sorted out Chinese undies (don’t ask). I think that might have been the grossest understatement I’ve made in a while. Truth be told, I haven’t been jolly-old-over-the-top-flamboyant-self in a while, and hell, I MISS her!
My friends are grand reminders of who I am, how far I’ve come, the hope and the silliness still left in the world.
Just this week alone, I have been given all kinds of wonderful advice: drink your own pee, quit your job, have an affair, call in sick…
What would we do without our friends? You see, it’s not about taking or giving advice. It’s about being caring enough to want to know how someone is feeling, curious enough to look at alternative ways of being in the world and courageous enough to live out our choices.
As I plucked through my email, I came across a little email from ‘the crazy cat lady’ who used to be my neighbour, I had a copied and pasted message from one of my friends’ lovers ( a seriously well-written love letter…swoon), and an invitation to some sort of kitchen party. I had a reminder about a dinner a friend planned for me knowing my love of all things bourbon and spicy. I also had bills, a library pick-up notice, and a reminder about my e-signature on a contract.
As I muddle through the darkness of ‘not quite being myself’, emails about urine as medicine, torrid love affairs and kitchen-knick-knacks I don’t-need-but-want are most welcome reminders that these seemingly frivolous distractions are the substance of life, not just unnecessary distractions.
Sending out my gratitude for my crazy, lovely, ever-so-wonderful friends…xo