Pillow Fort Therapy

The past two weeks have been a roller coaster from walkin' on sunshine to chilling with The Princess Bride's Wesley in the Pit of Despair. One of those weeks just so happened to be at sea on a cruise ship with my family.

Cruising is wonderful, but coming back to reality after a week in the lap of luxury or schlepping around Mexico is like a kick in the face.

The week only spiraled down from there. I've applied and or given my resume to nine places, and none have hired me. My parents are none too happy at this.

However, one depressing afternoon after a battle royale with my parental units, I posted a status on Facebook about how I wished that today could be full of pillow forts, mozzarella sticks, and smiles.

At the urging of my friends, I made a pillow fort with my brother and mom the next day. Of course, Mom rewarded the pillow warriors with strawberry milkshakes and my brother's high school performance of Grease.

Here's the finished product!

 Not just pillows! We used furniture to frame the fort. 

 A little blurry, but look at the tongue. 

Milkshake delight!

 Kevin and I enjoying Grease!

When I'm in one place, my heart always longs for another. I guess it's one of the side effects of wanderlust. But one thing I've learned is to love the reality that you're in. If you always long for something than you don't have or somewhere you aren't, you're only going to be unhappy and unable to enjoy the blessings of where you are right now. 

And right then, I was glad to be inside the pillow fort with my favorite person, right then. Even though there was more stress to come after, that moment in time boosted my spirits and steadied my spirit for the days ahead.