I have no shame in admitting that I love, love, love the Christmas movies that perpetuate the air waves from Thanksgiving through Christmas. While there are several networks that have their “flavor”, be it Lifetime, UPN, Family, ION etc. the one that I am continually drawn to is the Hallmark Channel. I know, I know, Shoot me now. I just can’t help it.
And yet, there are times when I find myself crying, no make that bawling. Ok, make that many times, depending on the message of the movie or whether or not the main characters “find” one another, there is something about the loneliness, the “something is missing” esque that hits me at the oddest times. Today is one of those moments as the movie ends and I find myself missing. him.
So..last week, a few of us started a dialogue about social media, time, and compartmentalization (oh my!) due to the pithy posting of another blogger who is currently struggling with the time and life situations that keeps them separated from their love more often than not. As a result, said blogger will at times lurk, connect and “check-in” via various social media platforms available today. But specifically Instagram, Twitter and sometimes SnapChat. In doing so, they open themselves up to “seeing” or reading items in which they can find themselves regretting it, especially if it may depict something they really didn’t want to know.
For most reading this specific post, you’ll understand what I mean when I say “Careful what you wish for. Then again, Batman needs Catwoman in his life. More than he may be willing o admit.” That is all…
I so need a break. from my everyday life and all that’s swirling about. reading Lady M and Ms A’s vacation posts makes me wistful. So what do you say ladies? I venture eastward and we have a weekend in the city? LOL
Home. What is home? It means different things to people. It isn’t always a structure or a place. It’s most definitely a feeling. You can feel right at home in a city you have never visited before. You can be in the current house of your oldest friend and not be at home. Home. It’s a state of mind. A place where you feel you belong. Where you know with every fiber that you belong. If even in fragmented moments in time.
As a practice, my preference is to only post images in black & white, but for this, I have to make an exception. This is the view from the cabana by the sea, if you look closely you can see surfers dotting the swirl, in which I spent some time earlier this year, in contemplation as the masseuse worked his magic.
Why am I posting about this now? Good question, I don’t know. The last few months have been a cacophony of noise. Or rather, that’s what it’s felt like. A constant buzzing of demands in every aspect of our lives. Enough so it’s almost impossible to focus on one thing at any given time. Granted, much of it is related to having a child that’s about to graduate from high school and all of the work and preparation that comes with that, along with, the ongoing work to apply to colleges and then hurry up and wait. Hoping you’ve been at least smart enough to do some financial planning when it comes to their secondary education. And of course, there’s our work, as a couple and individuals. Couples counseling, marriage counseling-whatever you call it is hard work. Especially when it’s a good session, it’s brutally hard. As it should be. But it’s also emotionally and mentally draining. I’m not one to back away from work. Ever. But lately, I need a break. Just time to breathe and take in the day. And so, I look at this picture and hear the surfers encouraging one another, as the surf breaks just outside the cabana window. And I breathe deeply. Forging ahead…