Ride or die. We’ve all heard this phrase. I keep to myself, don’t bother anybody, am a practical, goofy type of person. Some may even say I’m a tad stuck up or stand-offish. I Like to keep things simple. I’m girly as my sister calls it since I’m into all the pink and glitter and sparkle type stuff. My sister gets me. She’s just one member of the family that understands and appreciates me for me. She’s younger than I am, but she possesses wisdom well beyond her years. She’s seen me at my absolute worst and has kept her cool, (think mental hospital) and she’s seen me at my absolute best (you got rid of those photos from the cruise, right?).
When my life is falling apart, (Captain Save-a-ho is at it again) she’s the one I call. She’s one of the first people who gets the good news, (first book sale) and one of the first to get the bad news (It’s final).
If I tell her it’s one of “those” days. She’ll say something to make me laugh or encourage me. There have been some major changes in my life lately, which has produced a fair amount of cynicism from me regarding marriage and relationships. She knows not to expect a Pollyanna response from me, and my honest opinion is best served with a grain of salt. She accepts and understands that.
And vice versa. I can hear the weariness in my sister’s voice. She hasn’t had a vacay in a while, at least not one where she doesn’t have to worry about everyone else. It’s time for me to spirit her away and let her decompress for a few days. She is, after all, a wife, mother, entrepreneur, holds a full-time job. In other words’ superhero. She puts up with me. Or maybe that just makes her a saint.
“Indulge Your Inner Romance”
