Weird, wacky and wonderful at the same time, was returning from this vacation. I’m all upside-down.
I’m tired, and head-achy, and did I mention tired and that just makes no sense for someone who spent two weeks doing next to nothing. I finished reading one book and did little else, though worked overtime as usual thinking.
Something odd is going on inside by body that’s scaring me. Abnormal aches, pains, funny symptoms (and unmentionable ones too.) I’ve been with older people enough lately (and I don’t just mean my in-laws, who are young old!) but neighbors moving on to a retirement home and my mother facing those hard decisions of where to live, asking can she take care of herself. That I’m considering my mortality I suppose. And facing aches a little fearfully. And pondering aging as it happens to me. Just before vacation I spent nearly a month unable to use my right knee, from a stupid thing. These are things that happen as you age.
Coming home to my messy old house, I feel suddenly ashamed of all our stuff. The end of year school means now home the many pencils, and calculators and spirals that went unused again? Ugh, I’m not organized enough to take advantage of the excess. Simply want to brush it all into a dumpster. Along with my whole kitchen that is dying.
I’ve written and then scrapped. I mean who do I write for and what sense can I make of the world for others if I’m such a poor example. My words feel like more clutter, in an already chaotic head, life. There are so many important topics, things I care about deeply, and I cannot work up the gumption to write. So, I’ll not force it. Plenty of opinionated others out there in cyberspace.
This summer we’re doing projects so every room of the house it seems is upside-down or maybe we live like this all the time and I’m just seeing it with new fresh vacationed eyes. Either way I don’t like it, at all.
I’ve read along, virtually watching friends travel across the planet wanting to “make a difference” somehow, knowing they are the ones who will be changed. And I’m envious. My life is too much of boring, stupid shit sometimes. Our question of the day being: Should we replace the garage door (it’s old and sodden and barely works) that still works?
We are such materialists in general with our things all around us, and on us. Do our clothes and our homes really say who we are? I’m aging, and I’m no longer cool (trust me I have a teenager that knows and isn’t shy to tell me) and I’m beginning to wonder if it’s important, even as I worry about being relevant. I sat people watching at the airport, noting Capri’s definitely said “Middle aged and dumpy.” Why do I even think about that stuff?
I have just ended, yes ENDED in the sense of a school year anyway, the most difficult,challenging year of my life and honestly most of it I cannot write about because it is family and it’s private and it’s hard, so f-ing hard.
What am I learning?
That love of family is perhaps central to joy and contentment (and pain!) That I have too much stuff and it’s making me feel smothered. That my health cannot be taken for granted and must be a priority. That I don’t have enough friendship, in real life, the kind where you spit up laughing or end up crying, because you feel so understood.
Also, I’m learning I haven’t seen the end the suffering or pain, but we’ve ended one part of the cycle and that’s to be celebrated. Life goes on—weird, wacky and wonderful. And on the spiritual dimension I am reading and studying about the Christian notion of prayer and for that you will have to stay tuned.
Here are some images from Florida.
4 thoughts on “Weird, Wacky, Wonderful Life?”
Sounds like you had a mirror held up for long enough to focus a bit. Sounds like the vacation allowed you to step back and reevaluate. I hope it let you detox a bit as well. We all need to rearrange our lives a bit. For most of us, it usually only happens with a major disaster. I know that this year has been difficult and challenging. At the end of that year, it is really healthy to gain perspective. It’s hard not to see the things that are lacking, but I pray this was healing to you. Also, I hope that you also might see those great things that aren’t lacking as well. It’s sometimes harder to see them, but I assume that with the laughing and goofiness that you saw in your children being children that you might be inclined to see that wonderful gifts (not just your kids) are all around. I enjoyed seeing your photos while you were in my neck of the woods. Loved those black and white photos. =) Much love and grace, Sis.
Life is kind of weird like that, I get it…
Melody, I so value what you write and how you see. Looking forward to meeting you at the retreat in October.
Mel! Well written. Breast Cancer, CVID, an unknown auto-immune disease. I’m so happy you have the loving family around you! We’re getting old! ;)