Tomorrow, I’m going to reclaim my sparkle.
I’m headed to a ladies’ retreat tomorrow afternoon — armed with comfortable clothes, a bottle of water, a journal in which to record my thoughts and a bit of hope that some good tips and karma will rub off and allow me to serenely sail through these last few weeks of Catherine’s senior year.
My friend Kristen of InterPlay Health and her friend, Beth of Norwalk’s Total Life Care Center are hosting the afternoon of introspection. If anyone can help someone (especially me) find their sparkle, these ladies are the ones.
I’m excited to see what they have in store. The program promises a bit of gentle movement, some meditation and joyful play — all things I desperately need.
Still, I’m a bit worried. You see, I’m not sure I have ever sparkled.
Oh, I’ve quaked with anxiety, slumped with exhaustion, retreated in confusion. I’ve irritated people, bristled with consternation.
Anyone who knows me will confirm I’m sparkle-free, however.
I shine occasionally, but that’s usually on account of a hot flash.