One Phone Call to Calm Them All, One Phone Call to Bring Back Sanity...

Ever have one of those days?
You know, those days when you wake up after a restless sleep, and as each hour passes, your stress and anxiety level make your hair turn greyer by the second.  With each new email, phone call and text - you can't see the light at the end of any tunnel. In fact, if there was a tunnel around you would lay down smack dab in the middle of it and wait for the next car to come through.  And drive over you.
That kind of day.

This month has been "that kind of day" for me.  With every week, I have been challenged in all aspects of life.  From constant work issues, to being away from home, to missing my (now a cat) kitten - and then some, I have become one big bubble that was bound to burst at any given moment.

When I got some news today on the home front that pushed me over the edge, the build up of the last month forced me to turn into a raging ball of emotion, unleashing on everything an everyone around me (much to the dismay of anyone within ear range, or within text range for that matter).  One the final day of my longest work trip ever, I was ready to walk outside in the -40 temperatures of Edmonton, and sit in the snow bank. Eventually, my tears would have turned me into a giant ice cube, which would then be covered with snow and forgotten about.  At 6pm this sounded like the perfect plan.

Enter a phone call from my bestie in Ontario.

2 hours later, and I am smiling alone in my hotel room.  We talked about how eating chia seeds from the Bulk Barn would help us lose weight, we planned a kick ass Whistler getaway for when she arrives in February.  We talked about everything that made me want to explode, and then somehow ended up rolling around laughing alone on my hotel bed.
One phone call took away a months worth of frustration, like it never even happened. Sure tomorrow it could all collapse again, perhaps my plane will be delayed and I will be forced to stay another night in the hotel where the room service knows me by name and knows that I like my diet pop in a regular sized glass, as opposed to a wine glass (who does that?) -- but you know something?  I will be able to get through it.

And THIS is why you need to have friends.  You need to put the effort in to keep people in your life who can bring you back to reality, when all you want to do is smash your head off any hard surface.  Someone to talk about a topic 75 times over and never get tired of it, until some form of a resolution has been concluded, even if that resolution is to drink 16 bottles of wine and then smash the empties over my head one by one.  If I didn't have someone like that to turn too, you'd likely not hear form me again until spring rolls around and my cube of tears thawed out, revealing a (hopefully thin) grey-haired, mascara smeared girl.

I often say that I don't like talking on the phone - but when you have the right person on the other end, there is nothing better to get you through those times that you feel you wouldn't otherwise be able too.

@loveyourcake & @sarahspizzie

So here's to all the bullshit - may your presence be replaced with thought of chia pets growing in my stomach.  And for anyone else having a bad day, pick up the phone and talk about anything else.  You will not only breathe a sigh of relief once you hang up, but you may also only need 15 bottles to cope when you get off the plane...