When my daughter wen through treatment it was the turkey sandwiches lady from around the corner, that morphed into cups of coffee that got added for me and the daily "it is good to see you today!" I craved desperately. It's weird how the little daily rhythms are sometimes your tiniest saving grace.
Thank you for the incredible story. I don't know what it was about this one that struck deep with me. Was it the connection between the Pizza Lady and the Pizza Worker? Was it the Irony of the room switch? Was it the East River view that gave sanity? I don't know, but what I do know is that I just read a story written by a strong and inspirational woman, and that I now crave a slice of pizza.
Nice post. I especially like how you connected and transitioned the common act of ordering pizza to something more sentimental and deep with the role of “Pizza Lady.” Quite clever.
I find that sometimes for my sanity I have to silo the different parts of my life even in small ways. Thanks pizza lady for taking some time to just be normal for a bit.
When my son was in the heaviest period of addiction I would lie in bed at night not knowing if he was ok or not. I would repeat to myself that either way, this torture will end someday. He will get better or he won’t. There were certainly false starts but he is more than ok. He is in a whole new wonderful life. And now my husband has stage 4 cancer. I repeat the same words. Either way, somehow this will end. For now I pledge to love this life. The outcome will take care of itself.
The not knowing is the place to be, even if its also the hardest place to be...Such a ride being a human. Thank you for sharing a bit of your story and thoughts. I am sending my best to you and your family.
Cutting to the bottom of the image - the odds of any of us existing at all (not even counting variables like infertility) are 1 in the 10 to the 2,685,000 power. The number of known atoms in the universe is 10 to the 80th power. I had the above image made into a (very long) poster because I figured if the odds of me existing on this planet are that low, then I must not be finished here yet.
There's a lot of beauty to be found in this story. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much
When my daughter wen through treatment it was the turkey sandwiches lady from around the corner, that morphed into cups of coffee that got added for me and the daily "it is good to see you today!" I craved desperately. It's weird how the little daily rhythms are sometimes your tiniest saving grace.
Cheers to every sunset you get!
Those little moments are such saving graces. Sending love to you and your family. Thank you for sharing! And here’s to every sunset :)
Pizza pizza! We love you so!
We love our pizza people! HUGS x
Thank you for the incredible story. I don't know what it was about this one that struck deep with me. Was it the connection between the Pizza Lady and the Pizza Worker? Was it the Irony of the room switch? Was it the East River view that gave sanity? I don't know, but what I do know is that I just read a story written by a strong and inspirational woman, and that I now crave a slice of pizza.
Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words.
Nice post. I especially like how you connected and transitioned the common act of ordering pizza to something more sentimental and deep with the role of “Pizza Lady.” Quite clever.
Thank you :)
I knew I had relapsed. I knew I was falling into the bad side of statistics.
We were driving home by night after a week-end during which I tried my best to have fun with my toddlers. It was hard to laugh for real though.
And then, for the first time of my life (!) I saw a shooting star! I had to believe in magic, it had to be a sign of hope!!
Nothing like a shooting star! Thank you for sharing with us :)
So beautiful, Alexa. Thank you.
Thank you :)
I find that sometimes for my sanity I have to silo the different parts of my life even in small ways. Thanks pizza lady for taking some time to just be normal for a bit.
Yes 100% And maybe that's really just being present in the moment for whatever self is needed? I'm trying to figure it out, too.
When my son was in the heaviest period of addiction I would lie in bed at night not knowing if he was ok or not. I would repeat to myself that either way, this torture will end someday. He will get better or he won’t. There were certainly false starts but he is more than ok. He is in a whole new wonderful life. And now my husband has stage 4 cancer. I repeat the same words. Either way, somehow this will end. For now I pledge to love this life. The outcome will take care of itself.
The not knowing is the place to be, even if its also the hardest place to be...Such a ride being a human. Thank you for sharing a bit of your story and thoughts. I am sending my best to you and your family.
Here's the thing that planted a seed of hope during months of severe depression when I needed it most -
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/489766528202528080/
Cutting to the bottom of the image - the odds of any of us existing at all (not even counting variables like infertility) are 1 in the 10 to the 2,685,000 power. The number of known atoms in the universe is 10 to the 80th power. I had the above image made into a (very long) poster because I figured if the odds of me existing on this planet are that low, then I must not be finished here yet.
I love this. Thank you for sharing. Simply amazing, isn’t it? Going to print this out and pin it above my desk!
Oh I'm glad!! It truly is mind blowing, I keep it as a link on my IG page both for myself and anyone who might need it.
Swoooooon! Alexa! And superhero Lou 💕
Now I want some pizza!