Anyone who’s been following my blog or Musical Mondays for the last few weeks will know I’ve been feeling pretty blue. Of course, I let myself get down over a boy and it hasn’t been pretty. Not even a little bit. The one thing you always forget when you’re at the bottom of the depression well is the other people in your life that really make a difference, and sometimes something as little as that can make the whole difference.
I was lucky enough to have some awesome friends who came down for a girls two weekends ago because they knew how low I was feeling, and for that entire weekend with them I was good. I had the love of two mighty fine friends and we had such a great discussion we never even turned on the TV or music or anything-it was intense, and wonderful. However, when they were gone, I fell right back into the depression well again-a cycle I was all too ready to perpetuate throughout the week every time I talked to the guy who spurred this on anyway.
But then on Tuesday the following week, a day which ended up being particularly terrible due to the battery going out in my car and a whole lot of stress, the receptionist at my office showed up with a festive Fall flower arrangement (pictured above) in my cubicle at work. She showed up just as I was getting frustrated during another conversation with Yoshi, and I looked at her like she was crazy. I thought for sure she had the wrong desk, until I saw my name neatly typed out on the little card in the flower arrangement.
I opened it up and found a little note that said:
“Dearest Angie, you are so very loved, admired, and cherished. Don’t ever forget it! Birches forever! Love, Heather and Kristina“
I was so touched. I’ve never been sent flowers before, let alone to work, and here were the two best girls I know sending me the most beautiful bouquet I’d ever seen. I immediately texted them to voice my fake lecture about them spending money on me, and then to genuinely thank them for thinking of me and doing something so wonderful that it almost made me cry. Heather then told me that the martini glass the flowers came in was my new pimp cup, and she expected to see me using it the next time we had a girls night.
Something about this stunning gesture, that was anything but simple, really did something for me. Seeing those flowers snapped me out of the weird funk I was in, and since then I’ve been good. I haven’t cried, I haven’t obsessed about the situation with Yoshi, and the flowers look and smell so beautiful in my house they cheer me up daily. They really did pull me up when I was so very low, and I am reminded how grateful I am to call these two amazing women my soul sisters.
This weeks song:
Oath
by Cher Lloyd ft. Becky G
Yo, my best friend best friend to the very end
‘Cause best friends best friends don’t have to pretend
You need a hand and I’m right there beside you
You in the dark, I’ll be the bright light to guide you
Remember the time time times sneakin’ out the house
All of the time time times that you had your doubts
And don’t forget all the trouble we got into
We got something you can’t undo, do
[Chorus]
Laughing so damn hard, crashed your dad’s new car
All the scars we shared
I Promise, I swear
Wherever you go just always remember
That you’ve got a home for now and forever
And if you get low just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You’re never alone, we’re birds of a feather
And we’ll never change no matter the weather
This is my oath to you
I know I drive you crazy, hm sometimes
I know I call you lazy, and that’s most times
But you complete me and that’s no lie
You are my tuxedo and I’m your bow tie
We in the car sing sing singing our song
Walk in the club and tear it down like we’re king kong
And in my eyes you can do do no wrong
You got a best friend sing sing along
[Chorus]
Ooh, I’ll never let you go
Ooh, whoa, this is my oath to you
Ooh, just thought that you should know
Oooh, whoa, this is my oath to you
Yooouuuu
[Chorus]
You should know, you should know, you should know yeah
This is my oath to you
We’re birds of a feather
This is my oath to you
