Battles Waged

There was an amazing milestone in the Rosendahl house last week as someone close to us officially became a cancer survivor. Diagnosed last year, she has now been given a clean bill of health. 

Celebrating this success, I am torn as I read with madness about another battle about to be waged. A woman I know - and adore - is heading down an all too familiar road as she faces her 3rd battle in as many years.

I just don't have the words to write and can't settle on one solid, unconflicted thought. I am really not interested in rainbows, quotes or lessons learned from the pains of others. 

It's not right. It's not fair. And it's much more than pink.

My Calphalon Barometer

Barometers.

Andrea Ballard wrote a wonderful post, Monday Morning Barometer, on Women of HR last summer. Monday mornings are her barometer of whether or not she is on her true path.

I have a barometer for the state of my life at any given moment.

I am a dot the "I" and cross the "T" kind of girl who can't sit down and create, who can't read a book, who can't relax and just "be" until laundry is done, dishes are clean, check book is balanced (to the nearest $100), dog hair is vaccumed, and e-mail read.

Throw in a date with the weight room at 4:30 a.m. and kid activities in the evenings and something has got to give. And give it does.

Don't let the fact that all the pillows are on the couch and the scent of coconut lemongrass Scentsy floating through the kitchen fool you. Things are not always as together as they seem. 

You can judge the state of my being at any moment by the state of my Calphalon.  Last night, it looked like this:

Yup, that about sums it up.