Release

Jess is at my house right now. In pajamas. Drinking coffee. Taking the land. Laughing hysterically.

Release. That has been the word of the day between us.

She just told me that I’m holding back as a writer right now. I need to release. You know, the inner writer in me. The vulnerability. All that is bottled up in me that is waiting to come out. Yes, release.

It has been one of those days for both of us. The kind that wants to make you pull your hair out. The kind that if you have to pick up one more Polly Pocket you might take the whole bin of them and throw them away. The kind that just makes you laughs at things that normally make you upset because you are so beyond the point of being upset. Just walk away you tell yourself. So you do. And I did. Jess did too.

It’s so good that we are together today. In the midst of bad moods, cranky children, and carpel tunnel, we can laugh. I can check Jess’ email for her and write a post on her blog (gotta keep those blog stats up, right?). She can sing next to me, make me laugh, coach me on writing and bring a simple “kid” dinner over for our children. We can pray for our friends who are believing in faith for a miracle.

But the best part is that every couple of sentences one of us can say it…Release! And then we can laugh. Hard.

I love real friendships. The kind where you can be yourself. You can say how you feel. You come in one way and leave another, usually in a better mood, maybe even with a smile on your face. Love it. So in the midst of a crazy day, I’m thankful. For Jess, hot dogs, fashion shows, the Nintendo DS for the only boy in the house, and a friend who lets me be me, encourages me, and pushes me beyond my bad mood.

This post could be one of two things. The first of many guest blogger posts on Mourning to Dancing. Or the first and last guest blogger entry you read here. We’ll see. Release!

-Kelly, Four Girls Five Years