You never know what tomorrow may bring, so taking the time to be grateful for what you have today really is just so important. To step away from that device, put down the remote, or walk into the kitchen when it’s time to clean up from dinner just to be in the same space (without crowding of course) even when he says that he will do it, that’s what it’s all about. And I was reminded of it on several occasions this past week.
A friend came by yesterday who moved away a number of years ago, he was in town to perform a celebration of life ceremony for a former co-worker’s husband who had passed suddenly in his sleep, only 38 years old. It really made me pause and be grateful for the day and reflect that all we really are assured of is this day.
Earlier in the week there were some changes where I work. And just like happened to me a half decade back, sudden change that was unexpected. “Like sands through the hourglass, so are The Days of Our Lives”...can’t you just hear that intro? LOL…. I know, I know…I’m not well in the head.
During such times things can seem dark and lonely. We can even feel abandoned by that which we put our faith in. But in my experience, there is always something better on the other side. At least there has been in this lifetime. Can’t say that I know what there is on the other side of this existence on earth, but I just have to believe that when I cease to inhabit this body cavity that things don’t just end.
After all, aren’t we made up of energy? The first law of thermodynamics, also known as Law of Conservation of Energy, states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed; energy can only be transferred or changed from one form to another. ... In other words, energy cannot be created or destroyed.
Whoa, that got pretty deep really quickly now didn’t it?
So take the time to stop and smell the roses, it’s ok if you get pricked by a thorn or two, that’s life. It will make you bleed at times. But also smells really good as well. Bees will come and you need to be mindful to give them space to not get stung, but remember, those bees pollinate and are essential in the circle of life and creating an ecosystem we all rely on.
Just for today, I am going to choose to not swat at the bees in my life, but share the rose with all creatures, enjoy the fragrance, and accept that I might get stung, or pricked. It’s all a part of the human experience.
If you are quit-witted like me, it’s not easy to hold your tongue. To say just the right thing at just the right moment can bring a riotous laugh to a party or shut down a mean-spirited bully who needs to be put in their place. But then again, it can make you stoop to the meanie’s level of crude, or even hurt someone’s feelings if they take it the wrong way just to get a laugh.
There is another burden one carries when they have a sharp wit, it’s to not use it as a weapon. This can be especially true when feeling slighted, and tired, and not getting our way. I had just such a chance on Friday. And it had everything to do with me and my perceptions and nothing to do with reality.
Can you relate? You get pissed off over something, make that comment as you walk away and threaten to spoil an entire weekend? Valentine’s weekend at that!!
I mean…just hold your tongue already. Wait five seconds, close the office door, then say it and blame it on the dog, lol. Or better yet, just be like Elsa (from Frozen) and let that sh!t go!! Can you tell I use that often? That, and Miranda from The Devil Wears Prada, the ice queen. Oooo, there’s a theme here.
But I digress.
My point being, how often do we get a chance to take it back once it’s out there? Whether we say it out loud, or worse yet, post it on social media!!
I’m just grateful I have people in life to call to walk me back from the ledge so I didn’t have to keep on with my temper tantrum so I could salvage the weekend and not go on punishing myself (although in my mind it was my husband I was going to torment) by continuing my pouting over not getting my way over…what was it now. Hmm, can’t even remember what petty, insignificant thing I was upset over that I nearly lost my mind and allowed that silly comment to nearly derail an entire weekend.
But I’m sure you’ve never done anything like that before, have you?
Why is it that I always want to BE there and struggle to stay in the pleasure of GETTING there? I’m like a petulant child on a long road trip constantly bugging from the back seat: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Kinda just want to turn around and slap myself…but in today’s day and age that would get me a call to the CPS, or wait, I’m not a child, just acting like one.
Ok, ok, calm down everyone, I’m not condoning violence or making light of slapping children (even though…nope, not gonna finish that either, that would get me into more hot water with some of you…).
But seriously, how tough is it to enjoy the process? I always want to have the task accomplished, the puzzle finished, the taxes done, the road trip completed, the sentence ended with the punctuation.
But the truth is, it’s never over…we are never done. Well, of course until there is the final completion when we are either a pile of ashes or pushing up daisies, whatever your preferred method after passing on should be.
So, what’s the friggin rush? Has society of instant gratification, information at our fingertips, pushed us to the point where we don’t even enjoy a good debate over who won Super Bowl 23 for more than ten seconds before someone has googled it and proudly shout out the answer because they have the fastest fingers? For some us, we remember when that debate would last for hours, the non-sensical, mostly ridiculous recollections (that were dominated by inaccurate facts conjured up by intoxication and bravissimo) spun out of one-upmanship. Then the next day you find out the truth and deny you ever defended your preposterous claims from the night before. Only to recall those memories years later reminiscing on some of the best times with friends and family.
Ah, the good ole days before we were beholden to battery life and facts, lol.
So what journey are you on that you are in too much of hurry that you are missing out on the twists and turns that hold so much of the learnings? What are you rushing past so quickly that you are whisking by the little nuggets that would become those fun memories to share when you are a couple of decades longer in the tooth?
Take a moment and look around, right now, at what you are smack dab in the middle of which seems overwhelming that you wish was ‘over just about now’ and look for the fragments of joy that might be hiding behind the rush to finish. You just might surprise yourself.