That’s the Good Stuff

This week’s prompt is to “be the bearer of good news.” This may be the long way around but I promise to get there.

I had already been thinking along these lines- how to actively find good news. There is so much disconnect and judgement and sadness in our country right now, and same goes for my beautiful city. My morning walk to the train just took me past two SFUSD schools with teachers and families striking.

On top of this, I’m dealing with the physical pain of cancer survivorship. I won’t go into detail this time, but my “can-do” attitude has taken a serious blow. It’s more like “wish-do, ouch.”

So I’m often preoccupied with how my body is [not] functioning and when I do manage to lift my head out of the metaphorical sand, the world still appears pretty dismal.

But this weekend was a bit of a forced reset. Our youngest was attending a college tour and soccer camp, which left Matt and I hanging out in California’s Central Coast (San Luis Obispo and Paso Robles).

As I crawled into the soft hotel bed the first night, I giggled as I remembered what my college roomie says to herself at this cozy, delightful moment: “ahhhh, now that’s the good stuff.”

The next day, we had nothing to do and nowhere to be. We just enjoyed the weather and the conversation. The good stuff: we decided we will be excellent at retirement. In fifteen years.

We got home and school was still cancelled for Monday. The good stuff: Oliver gets to practice his leadership skills and plan/lead his team’s soccer training.

And we watched the Michelle Obama documentary about her Becoming book tour. So much good stuff there- we teared up, laughed out loud, and felt grateful.

I woke up with my hips and knees in pain. The good stuff: a) I don’t have cancer and b) I talk with my doctor today.

Wrapping this up as I exit the train station on my way to work… and I’m planning to seek and bear little bits of good stuff all day. I hope you do too.

Hanging out at the Backyard in Paso Robles, practicing being retired. Matt got lucky- we arrived in time for a tapping of Pliny the Younger.