Last month Ray and I went to my family reunion in Littlestown, PA just outside of Gettysburg, the Cobban family reunion.
My aunt (In my family, it’s aunt like haunt.) had turned 90, and since, according to CNN, 60 is the new 40, my aunt Janet is now 70.
My aunt Janet rocks. That’s the only way I know how to describe her. She’s a great example of wisdom and spirit. My new role model. I am one of the few lucky people who can say that I truly adore my family.
Well, it just so happens there was a 5K going on in Gettysburg on the same weekend, so I ran it. Or shall I say I ran/walked it. I made sure to be running every time I saw someone with a camera. That’s for sure.
It was neat! We ran through the battlefield. It was a beautiful day. I felt great for doing it and had the best time at my reunion.
So…last night I was kind of stressed out. I’m going through one of those wonderful periods in my life when everything crazy is happening all at once and it had me sort of nutted up. I was sitting outside nursing a vodka rocks and kind of wigging out when Ray suggested I take a Valium. We keep a supply around the house mostly for travel. It makes it really easy to sleep on a plane during a red-eye to the east coast or sleep in a strange hotel room.
I went and broke one in half. I came back outside, popped it in my mouth and chugged it down with my vodka.
“Ugh, this is so Valley of the Dolls”, I said. It made Ray laugh really hard. I then realized that life is kind of crazy and the best thing to do is roll with the punches. I have a lot to be thankful for. A lot. I have a good job, a nice home and a great guy to share it all with.
It’s all good!