We shouldn’t be surprised by life but we still are, no matter how many times we face things whether they are joyous, sad, beautiful, dark. It’s part of life. Much of it teaches us lessons, if we are willing to learn the lessons which, today, many people are not. Instant gratification has taken the population by storm, thanks to the internet, and there is no longer any stopping to smell the roses.
It’s like me, almost two years after my surgery! How I would love to be able to stop and appreciate what’s around me and be able to afford to spend time in those spaces, not looking at the same confining walls of the office with only a parking lot and a few trees out the window.
I want to get away, I want to spend time in places that I love, doing things that I love. I have not spent my own overnight at the trailer yet… not since before my surgery. My daughter doesn’t want to stay in the house alone… I probably felt the same way at her age but that doesn’t help me at all.
But as I near 45 in a short week I am beginning to wonder if I will ever get the opportunity to do all the things I’d like to.
These last few weeks have been the most tumultuous. The necessary conversation was had today which has created a storm within yet, strangely, a calm.
I’m not going to elaborate on that further this evening, just cocoon for a while.