It’s been a rough couple weeks. The kind where the stress starts to take you over, where it all adds up and you can’t quite get ahead. Where there is a constant lump in your throat from things piling up and out, one after another. Nothing devastating – my roof isn’t 10 miles out to sea. Just the kind of thing where it turns out some people you may have thought were actually your friends, the kind you can count on, turn out not to be. Where maybe they’ve changed without your noticing til it’s too late and now you’re in a pickle. And maybe your car is making increasingly alarming noises and your furnace only works when it feels like it. And maybe you’re not selling as much beer as you should be.
And then, when you aren’t so sure how much more you can take, that maybe you really have reached the limit, you have a gin and tonic with your girls. There is talk and much laughter all around. They are appalled and indignant on your behalf, and you on theirs. The laughing frees the stress held in and the gin makes the burden lighter. Nothing else has changed – the supposed “friends” make no effort to fix the mess and the car still makes the noises. But when you get home, Glee is on. Kurt and Blaine kiss and your son says something funny. Two boys kissing is normal to him. There is nothing to explain. It occurs to you briefly that you are relieved that he sees this in case he turns out to like boys. You are grateful that your family is all in this room and healthy.
You realize that the stress sucks, yes. But it is nothing that can’t be overcome, that all the big stuff is safe. That the “friends” have lost, not you, that your real friends are intact and priceless. That cars and furnaces can be fixed. That you are surrounded by things and people that matter. And that this too shall pass.