D is a good friend – a former co-worker. She’s bubbly – and kind – and pleasantly exotic.
“It gets so much better with time,” she assures me as she helps me understand all the good things that happen if I rise and shine just as diligently to take cold showers at 4 am in the morning- her big signature smile glowing just as brightly as her big black eyes. “Woman! You’re insane,” is all I have to say to that.
I listen to her explain the mind-body relationship and suddenly realize I’ve yet again forgotten to bring her book back. I’ve fallen asleep half way through the second page on every attempt I have made, knowing full well it will truly help to learn how I can be in charge of my mind; and I’ve given up carrying it in my big messy bag just before it’s completely ruined from rubbing against everything else I also carry around – just because.
We’ve kept in touch over the years. There’s something strange and familiar about her that doesn’t wear off with time. Her positive head and – maybe at times annoying- laid back nature is so far from the never ending interruptions of my impatient life, and yet, she fits so well into this other crazy world of mine I also carry around – just because.