How to Turn My Gray Skies Blue (er)

I've been doing a few turns in the emotional dumps recently, worrying
about a dear pal who is facing breast cancer surgery and being
generally overwhelmed by the world. The above mentioned friend was
nearly ready for a long planned visit and the Big C derailed our
locomotive. We're both less than thrilled about the cancellation and
the dratted reason for it.

Okay, I admit to the awful lurking thought of "Hey! Quit messing up
my plans!" aimed at the universe. The concern for my friend is
paramount but seems to have a little tag-a-long of childish self-
interest that is embarrassingly evident, at least to me. How could I
be so ME centered? But there it is.

Today news of compensation arrived as another dear friend announced
plans to visit. Neither person supplants the other. Each is a
precious jewel in my heart in her own special way. I'll look forward
to the recovery and future visit of one and can now bubble with
delight over the impending arrival of the other. And best of all, I
can chase away those gray skies with knowing that both of these
lovely ladies want to be here as much as I want them to be.