Getting through the Day

I can usually tell how good or bad of a day I'm having by how many times I have to turn to my stash of peanut butter cups. When I've already had three by 9:30, it's gonna be a long day, but at least I have that chocolate-peanut buttery goodness to make life a little better—and they usually help get me through at least another hour. But sometimes not even peanut butter cups do the trick. There was one day last week I had to go through every buck-up, feel-better trick I could think of to keep from running screaming to my car and driving off at breakneck speed into the sunset. I ate cupcakes. I took off my shoes (OK, I do that even on good days). I stood up and exercised while I was reading. I stuck some live U2 on my iPod and did my best impression of a rock star and guitar hero. By the way, it's days like those I'm extra glad I have an office door. On the way home I blasted my music and drove really fast. I tried on all my new Zumba clothes. I ate more chocolate. I had a Slurpee. I read a book. I did Zumba at home. I went to a Zumba class. All of that stuff helped temporarily, but you know what finally got me to where I could face going home and going to bed alone and then waking up and getting out of bed the next morning? A phone call from a friend. So simple, but so incredibly powerful. So thank you to everyone in my life who makes life worth it. I only hope that someday I can repay the favor.