It is very early in the morning. Or very late at night. Time has lost all meaning to me over the past few days, if I’m honest. I was sick again yesterday, and took another trip to the ER. It was quick and I was home in my bed before I knew it, which was good, but then I pulled another night of wacky sleep. So, here we are, nearly 4am and I am starting my blog instead of my coffee pot, hopeful that I can get another hour or two before taking Mark to work. I don’t see it happening, though, as I am wide awake and also, a little scared to go to sleep. It’s when I wake from sleeping that I get sick, so when I wake up well, I don’t want to go back and see what happens. Sleeping at night alone makes me nervous…I don’t need that stress in the wee hours of the morning. I would much rather embrace that time…I showered, I made tea, I watched my shows, and now I’m working on my blog. I will go to bed early tonight, but I will not be sick today.
On Tuesday, something cool happened. I posted my page for the AFSP out of the Darkness walk. For the new reader, this is a charity that is very close to my heart. I am pretty sure this year marks my tenth of participation. I started going because my friend Beth was interested and asked me to come with her. It was kind of weird at first…there were so many people who were sad, but they seemed to be celebrating as well. It was a juxtaposition I became interested in.
Over the years, it grew from a few dozen folks to a few hundred, maybe even a thousand or more. One thing they used to do was read a list of names of people who had committed suicide in the community. They stopped once it got bigger. That seemed sad, to me. Last year, due to the pandemic, there was no walking. Instead, Mark and I went down during an appointed time slot to pick up my t-shirt and some other goodies, and have our picture taken (below.) I had raised 500$, in partial thanks to an anonymous donor. Which brings me back to…Tuesday.
I posted all my info for my new fundraising page, and then took a little nap. When I awoke, I had an email from the AFSP, saying that I had reached my goal of 500 bucks. Um…what?
I set the bar high this year, because it was my tenth year. Did I think someone would come through with the whole thing withing two hours of me posting? No, I did not.
I sort of should have, though? Like, this isn’t new. Someone has been making large anonymous donations for years. I don’t know if it’s the same person or different people, or what. I have no idea who this mystery giver is. But I love them.
I love them because I think they know me, and I think they know my struggle. I can’t imagine anyone just donating large sums without knowing me, if I’m honest. This person must be in my atmosphere, and I wish I knew who they were. Alas, I respect the anonymity they want to keep, and I am forever grateful for their support.
Now, I’ve reached my goal, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still donate, of course. I just won’t be pushing it much, which is good news for your social media feeds. I am hopeful that this year there will be actual walking involved, too. I try to stay positive with these thoughts, because someday everything will go back to normal. In the meantime, there’s still little miracles, like anonymous donors and waking up feeling well.
Oh! Also, in this time-suck of a week, I had a poem come out at Cabildo Quarterly that you should definitely check out!