Sometimes in life, when things are feeling overwhelming or extremely hard, a conversation with a friend can be very healing and validating, and buying yourself some pretty flowers can really brighten your space and the walls around you. This week, I did both of those things.

A widowed friend of mine offered to take me to dinner since she knows Im going through some hard things right now, and on Friday, I accepted and we had a nice dinner and a really nice conversation at a local restaurant. I spend a great deal of my hours helping other people, listening to their grief and their hardships, which is honestly my honor to do and fuels my soul. And also, sometimes it is nice and needed to have someone just sit and listen to all the crap Im going through. This is especially nice while splitting peanut butter cup pie for dessert. Thanks, friend.

While in the car this week, I was listening to the radio, and the song “Flowers” came on, by Miley Cyrus. While listening, I suddenly realized this song is speaking to my situation right now, and so I turned it up at full volume and started singing along:

“We were good, we were gold, Kinda dream that cant be sold

we were right, til we werent, built a home and watched it burn. 

I didnt wanna leave you, I didnt wanna lie, started to cry

but then remembered I ….

I can buy myself flowers, write my name in the sand 

talk to myself for hours, say things you dont understand

I can take myself dancing, I can hold my own hand

Yeah, I can love me better

than you can.”

So that is what I did. Went out and  bought myself some flowers, a lovely mixed bouquet for spring, and just looked at them for awhile while sitting in my grief counseling office. And sometimes, that is enough.