I had a glorious 4th of July!
Even with a tropical storm hitting us on my absolute favorite holiday and canceling the fireworks in the little magical beachside town of York, ME - It was still amazing.
Woke up every morning to the sight, sound and smell of the ocean.
Walked the beach with my bestie and her dog as the sun was coming up over the harbor.
Spent a lot of time with my bourbon and whiskey making friends.
Ate lobster rolls and pie.
Layed on the beach.
Read.
Saw shooting stars and a mini-fireworks display.
Played with lovely kids and had drinks with lovely friends.
Put my bare ass in the ocean.
Then I came home.
My pups spent the weekend with "Nana". My mom. And when I went to pick them up, she'd had some whiskey, or wine, or vodka, or all the above.
Before I left with the dogs she asked me if I heard from Nantucket. I said yes. And then she said ...
"Do you know what you are Caron? I can describe you in three words. You are:
Self deprecating, too generous with your feelings towards people who don't deserve it, too forgiving to people that don't treat you right, and you're a doormat. Close some doors with these guys."
So a little more than three words. That was pretty tough to hear. And since Monday I've been rehashing those words over and over again. Maybe it's all true. And I kept thinking - those are the words that describe me? Nothing positive. I've been so blah about it all week.
And then a few minutes ago... my mom called. Just to say:
"I thought about it and there's another word that describes you"
"Can't wait to hear it, Mom" I replied.
"Lovable. You're one of the most lovable people ever, don't you think? I think you are."
... My heart.
... My mom.
Wish it was always like that.
And just so this post isn't completely depressing and emotional - I would also like to say that I danced like a maniac and fell off a bar chair in front of most of the senior leaders I work with last night. One of them high fived me for the latter. Perhaps I am a little lovable. :)
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