Welcome to The Sunday Scoop, where each Sunday I highlight an Ode and a Commode To Joy from my week. Life contains more than the obvious in-your-face joys, and I’m determined to find them.
I’m mixing it up a bit this week by including elements of The Sunday Scoop into one story, because this is how life unfolds sometimes.
This upcoming Tuesday will be our 7th wedding anniversary. Since year one, I’ve looked up the coinciding traditional gift to figure out a practical present for Mark. Heavy influence on the word practical. Year one, for instance, is paper, so I bought him a paper shredder.
Now hold on just one second before you go all tsk-tsk on me. It’s not a “take this celebratory paper and shred it” kind of sentiment. It’s practical, plain and simple. We needed a paper shredder and year one is paper. Done. Genius. Plus, you try buying for Muscato and then we’ll talk.
Anyway, year seven is copper.
(Are you all wtf because I certainly was when I read it. I mean really, what in the actual fuck are you supposed to buy of any significance that’s practical and oh, by the way, copper? That question’s rhetorical, by the way, before you get all know-it-all on me.)
So here’s the truth of the matter. We’ve hit the stage in life when friends’ marriages are starting to collapse. For a variety of reasons, as so many of you know, the deal ends. If I’m being completely honest with you, it’s my biggest fear. As in, the amount of brain space I’ve spent on this topic over the years – Years! – is absurd. This – this fretting, worry, what-iffing energy – is my commode.
This week, rather than swirling down the metaphorical shitter (classier folks would refer to this as a rabbit hole), I decided to face it head on.
Earlier in the week I went to our dock, just me and my journal, the wind and the waves. My divorce dander was up, and I needed a detox. Mother nature and water to the rescue.
After splaying out on the cool dock planks for several minutes, I sat up and started writing. I didn’t write words of fear or “what-ifs” (that’d be the equivalent of taking other people’s stories and buttering our marital bread with it). Instead, I wrote affirming words, specifically, affirming words about Mark.
This is where the commode becomes an ode to joy.
I won’t share the contents with you, because, you know, it’s none of your business. But I will tell you that I took my journal inside and typed it for Mark using “Copperplate” font. Smooth right? I thought so. Anniversary gift complete.
It all started with a boatload of worry. While I don’t promote carrying that kind of load with you, I will ask, in this instance, How is it a good thing? I took it and transformed it into something productive. Into something healthy. Into something beautiful and affirming.
While it might seem small on screen, the transformation inside has been huge. I’ve taken a real shift.
Happy anniversary, Muscato.
And now for the second scoop. A quick ode to joy that’s a good ole obvious happy requiring zero work.
It’s college football season. We kicked it off with nearly the entire Muscato crew – 18 of us – in South Bend. I’m not Notre Dame alum (though there are six in the family). I’m not even Catholic. But there’s something so special about this place.
Miller might look less than thrilled…
Still, it’s good being back.
Happy Sunday everyone.Every day, week, month, or season contains at least two scoops of joy. Click To Tweet
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