It’s been a long weekend. I went off the grid, just North-West of the Middle of Nowhere. I’ve caused some grief with just about everyone I love. Thanksgiving was on its way, and I just couldn’t pick a date. You see, I like my kids to go to my ex’s side on the holidays since he has a lot of family over there. There is just me, Bubba, and the dogs over here. We’re important, but they can stop by and see us anytime. Grandparents, as I painfully know, are not on this earth forever, and must be cherished.
I needed to pick a non-Thanksgiving date for a turkey dinner. The trouble is, the kids are grown with lives of their own. Everyone has Thanksgiving day off of work, but to find another date was impossible. No matter how I worked it, I would have been leaving one child out. I couldn’t seem to make that call. Which one would have to show up for the microwaved plate of leftovers? Or maybe I was just making excuses. I just couldn’t deal with the planning, shopping, cooking and cleaning of traditional meal. I was in a funk.
Stovetop stuffing, deli turkey, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes, and homemade rolls sufficed for Bubba and I. We ate like boars on the t.v. trays watching something from Netflix. It sounds worse than it was. 🙂
Friday was spent packing and cleaning for the weekend North-West of the Middle of Nowhere. Whether it was the weather — a cold winter storm blew in — or the work of getting ready, my arthritis kicked in. It was a long achy trip up there. The ache lasted through a good part of Saturday. For this, and a few other reasons I don’t care to mention, I wasn’t very good company. I was still in my funk, and Bubba paid for it.
North-West of the Middle of Nowhere:
This morning, Monday, I am back in the center of Somewhere. I have taken the day off from work. The coffee shop looked toastier than it is. My vanilla soy latte has cooled, no longer warming me from the inside. It took three tries to get their wireless password right. Checking out my notifications led me to a new blogger I had not seen before. I liked her blog name insearchofitall. It reminded me of my tagline Seeking all things . . . . I started reading her current post, In Search of Giving Thanks.
The line that caught my eye reads, ” . . . life changes and we have to be adaptable. Isn’t that what the pilgrims did?”
Yes. Life changes. The changes rarely come easily, even if we have waited and hoped and planned for them. Some changes never come no matter how hard we try. Some changes are thrust upon us whether we like it or not. We must cope the only way we know how. For me, it is a trip to the coffee shop, time alone, list-making, and some well-pulled bootstraps.
We are each pilgrims in our own life. Life changes and we must adapt. Life changes and we need to go forward. There is no other direction than forward. I am stronger than I look, both physically and emotionally. I have lived through things I thought would break me in two. I have showed my best side when I didn’t think I had one. I have kicked ass when I didn’t think I could take one more step. For myself and all of which I am capable, I am thankful.
Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone.