No Bad Days

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It was written on a dumpster, of all places. Was the person who did this laughing at the irony, or in all seriousness, trying to send a message? Could there be a more appropriate spot to make just such a point than on a beat-up dumpster in a weedy corner of a parking lot in downtown Tulsa? Something in me said Yes to this proclamation of truth. I took a picture, then walked across the street with TJ to have lunch at one of the best taco places we’ve ever eaten. We were in Tulsa for a friend’s wedding more than a year ago, but this dumpster followed me home.

I have a writer friend who’s having some very bad days at the moment. It was just a couple months ago that we sat together in a writing group and took turns sharing quotes on writing. I brought this:

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I didn’t know at the time that the bad days were coming for her, and I don't mean writing days. How does the dumpster message hold true?

Here’s the secret:

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.
— Orson Welles

My friend’s story certainly isn’t over. She’s where she is today, and I’m here at home, trying to have a break after a full morning of homeschool, writing this final November blog post, and thinking about the good and bad in my life right now.

I figured out what’s going on with my lips being cracked at the corners: a condition called angular cheilitis. I first noticed it a couple weeks ago, but finally researched it yesterday and made a plan for how to deal with it. It includes this aloe vera leaf that TJ got at Whole Foods this morning, along with baking soda, a caprylic acid supplement, castor oil, tea tree oil, and petroleum jelly.

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So there’s that, and no sunshine today, and knowing my friend’s heaviness, plus the needs of other friends, and the dark that comes so early now.

But there was a letter in my mailbox this afternoon, and we have a Christmas tree to light up our nights, and I kept my November writing goal, and we have a weekend to rest, and I know my friend is loved and prayed for by so many.

Evidently, Advent and the Dumpster agree.

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