Curtis kicked me out the door tonight. I was moping around the house worrying about my mom and not sure if I was going to attend a friend's 50th birthday bash. I had decided that I wouldn't be good company and I would be doing everyone a favor if I stayed home. Curtis convinced me that even though this had been one of the hardest weeks in my life, if I indeed put the effort into freshening up, and changing clothes I would probably be glad I went. I was too depressed to argue and followed instructions - I threw on jeans and a little mascara and off I went.
It only took one friend to ask, "I heard about your mom." and I started to cry. So much for the mascara. As one friend after another walked into the party my mood began to shift. Not really improve, but shift. The party and friends became a unexpected diversion - a pleasant diversion. A needed break from the stress and focus of the last few days. It was nice to see many of my friends in one place celebrating.
Yes, Curtis is right. I am glad I went.
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