Of Comfort Zones And Cupcakes

Mental health is kind of a big deal here in Halfglassistan. So big, sometimes it's the only deal.

When Mr. J was in treatment, I was very careful to take care of myself. It was important, as a caregiver, that I stay healthy body and soul. And I'm very proud to say that I did a pretty good job of it. Proud, because that's not a claim I've often been able to make.

Mentally, it meant getting out. And away. Seeing friends. Having girl time.

But I stopped.

I don't know when.

I don't know exactly why.

But I did. 

And I've missed it.

And I didn't really realize it until now.

So when my sweet JV, of summer girl-date fame, wanted to meet for coffee yesterday, I went. She chose a lovely little place called Cupcake. (Yes. Cupcake. Cupcake of the great Mr. J birthday cupcakes.)

And it was good.

I got my girl on, I got my cupcake on, I got my coffee on.

I got my happy on.

Earlier this week, my sweet KTP asked if I'd like to meet soon for coffee, lunch, or cocktails. I said whichever would allow Miss AHP to join us. So when she said lunch, she said where, and she said today, I went.

And it was good.

I got my girl on, I got my salad on, I got my munchkin on.

I got my happy on.

I've been hiding out in a comfort zone that hasn't really been all that comfortable. And it hasn't been good for me.

So, to all of my girls reading this: Keep asking. I will keep saying yes. And I will start asking. Because I need to. I want to.

And I know you do, too.

Wanna get your happy on? I dare you not to smile as you scroll down ...

Inside: A little happy cake of joy.

Miss AHP: "For me?"

Miss AHP: "...nom, nom, nom, nom, nom ..."

Finger (and palm) lickin' good.

Miss AHP: "Thank you, Miz Cafwing!"

Thank you, Miss AHP. Thank you.