Last week, in the midst of lab results, doctor appointments, fits of sobbing in random parking lots about town, I was getting text messages from my tribe of friends.
J: “What do you need?”
Me: “Don Julio, a roll down a grassy hill wrapped in bubble wrap, and dancing like fools with my girls.”
Some people cope with talk therapy. It certainly has its place.
Others find solace in meditation.
There are those who find a good workout at the gym soothes their body and soul.
I prefer bubble wrap.
And grassy knolls.
We never even got to the Don Julio. Bubble wrap is magical like that.