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Life Changes

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.


Trying to make sense of it all and . . . for the most part . . . doing it.

17 thoughts on “Life Changes

  1. Thank you so much for the kind words. More often than not, I think I should just stop writing. Then come two separate words of encouragement. I’m enjoying getting to read yours as well. I have learned much from so many. Thank you again.

    1. That sounds like a good deal. I’ve tried to rig that up, but all the “Where are the dish rags?” and “I don’t know where this goes” hauls my ass into the kitchen and the next thing I know I’m cleaning.

  2. “Some changes never come no matter hard we try. Some changes are thrust upon us whether we like it or not.” It’s funny how life works. I loved this post! Thank you thank you.

  3. I think we have lived parallel lives. If someone had told me when I was young what life had in store for me I would have chosen a different path. But yes, things I thought I would never survive I did survive and I’d like to thing I’m stronger for it.

    I too try to see that my boys feel okay enough to go to their father’s side of the family for certain get-togethers and organizing a time both my boys can be together is difficult. Mainly because my eldest works as a prison guard with rotating days off and well, the prison never closes so he works most holidays.

    1. It is good to have those difficult times in our book of tricks. I think that’s what makes us stronger. Experience, I guess. We may have lived parallel lives. We may be kindred spirits! Remember Anne of Green Gables? Ah . . . my favorite!

      1. I haven’t read that since I was very young, I may have to put it on my winter reading list. Yes those times made me stronger and showed me just how much I could make it through.

  4. I don’t get Thanksgiving. Our family used to celebrate it when I was in the American Consulate School just as this thing. Now we do turkey at Christmas only. I drool as I think about it.

    “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.”

    Words of wisdom. Still hard, but gives me hope. Thank you.

  5. I am thankful that I am lucky enough to share in your words 🙂 I always get a lot of slack( mostly from people that really don’t matter) for sending my kids off to their dad’s for the big holidays. I am so relieved that I am not alone out there. I had big family gatherings growing up and I think that is important for kids to have that experience. I get them everyday and I still make a turkey on a random Saturday, which I am told is way better than Meemas. We are a unit and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

    1. It is also good for me to hear you say that. It feels sad to tell people that I didn’t have a big Thanksgiving with my four kids. It makes me sad, indeed. But we make sacrifices when we know we are doing what is right for our kids. I would give anything for them to share holidays with my parents, but they have been gone for many years now.

      So . . now that I’ve brought us down . . . I’m going to bundle up and get those winter lights on the front bushes! (I call them winter lights because I leave them up all winter! — I love them and I don’t care what the neighbors think — Sounds like another post!)

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