Last night, someone was telling me how to get in touch with a doctor who would prescribe me as much Vicodin or Xanax as I could ever want. Really? I thought. Why would I want access to all the Vicodin I could ever want?
Today I was speaking to another friend about the day and the way the adoption was (not) going and he said in a manner of speaking that it would be okay. I told him it fell in the category of whatyagonnado – as in I’m 50, I’ve had my share of disappointments, do you know what I mean?
It took me seconds to hit send on the chat screen and then I realized just who I was speaking with – a man who lost his partner to cancer and recently lost his job. His response: “You have more equanimity than me.”
I said really? I was raised by a violent father and an alcoholic mother, for some reason this makes me want to parent, who am I to say I know anything about equanimity or what my fate should be? But this I do know – life sometimes doesn’t give you want you want but it gives you what you need. And then it’s up to you to make the best of it.