It was Jan 22, 2008.
I was in Puerto Vallarta for my very first time and absolutely adoring it.
Until the last day.
That's when Heath Ledger was found dead.
It sucked the life out of me. I blogged about it.
I may have had a slight crush on that boy and it was Just So Sad.
His was the first (celebrity) death (besides Diana's) that hit me in the feels.
Three years later, in 2011, Max went into rehab, and my commitment to pray for folks struggling with addiction was fueled.
Two years later, Cory Monteith died of an overdose and it just hit way too close to home. I blogged about it.
It's now 'a thing' with me. Praying for not only real people, but also pretend people in the entertainment industry who have drug/alcohol dependencies.
That was a sad start to this post, no?
I bought Gel-Pads-for-Heels-with-Bone-Spurs last night and put them into my new runners. Hurt like the dickens. Man.
This morning I transferred those pads into my boots and NO KIDDING, not a word of a lie, my pain levels dropped by 50%. (Not that these things are measurable, but, it was less. By about half, I'd say.)
A Thursday morning miracle.
I still have the boots on, 19 hours later.
I may never take them off.
I was involved in a conversation this week about hair.
(If it's not hair these days, it's wrinkles. Or, sigh, sore feet. SO many conversations about our bodies.
And if was suggested that 'at this stage in life, we should start thinking about having age-appropriate hair styles'. Namely, short.
I suck at these types of conversations.
And I suck even more at being age appropriate.
I don't even know what that means.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Gel pads. Who knew?
2. PVR's. Watched the first 3 episodes of The Book Of Negroes tonight.
3. It's gonna be a lake weekend. Yay.
Interesting article on addictions. Read it.
"Human beings are bonding animals. We need to connect and love. The wisest sentence of the twentieth century was E.M. Forster's -- "only connect." But we have created an environment and a culture that cut us off from connection, or offer only the parody of it offered by the Internet. The rise of addiction is a symptom of a deeper sickness in the way we live -- constantly directing our gaze towards the next shiny object we should buy, rather than the human beings all around us."