Day 301

I woke up this morning in a funk. It started last night. I had an allergy attack (I say attack because I literally felt under siege) that kept me up most of the night. I woke feeling tired and frustrated, my feelings amplified by a hormonal surge.

I was weeping tears of self-pity when my phone rang. It was my friend Anne. She was on a break from a training she was attending at the university. Could I meet her for lunch? I was a mess: puffy eyes, grungy sweats and an oversized t-shirt, a rat's nest perched on my head. How could I possibly pull myself together in time to meet her during her break?

Then it occurred to me: when someone offers you a lifeline you grab it, even if you are a mess, especially if you are a mess. It turns out that lunch with Anne was exactly what I needed. She even told me that I looked cute in the hat I wore to hide my hair.

I sometimes think that the wisest words I ever heard were in a rock and roll song: You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need.