Day 16, Off the Wagon

Vicent Van Gogh, visipix.com

At 8 am on Thanksgiving morning, I posted that I was sticking to my cleanse. By 11 am, I had fallen off the wagon. In fact, it left me in the dust--of pie, wine and crusty bread with butter. 

I did skip the chocolate and the caffeine--and I did wake up this morning, and climb right back on that wagon--by choice--in alignment with my body.
 
There were some extenuating circumstances that led to my "fall" from my cleansing diet--as if the holiday wasn't enough. At the last minute, my trip with the family to NYC was canceled, and I found myself traveling to the Jersey shore to see my younger sister, Bonnie, who had just undergone emergency surgery for a perforated appendix.

We thought Bon would be out for Thanksgiving--which is her all time favorite meal--but she spent it suffering in a hospital bed sucking on ice chips while the rest of us enjoyed an unexpected reunion on her behalf.

Life is funny that way.

On the day I left for the shore, I got word that a colleague lost his only son to a car accident while my own son came home from the DMV with his driver's permit in hand.

Somethings are hard to reconcile even more than diets and holidays.