No, really, one can only laugh as life rolls on and you get caught up in the every day world we each must live in. Though I will say that time seems to fly by with each passing year. The amount of life and travel, planned and unplanned, that has happened in the last several weeks has left me spent. Physically, emotionally and mentally. I assumed that this fatigue could be attributed to the bi-weekly treatments that resumed earlier this year and will continue through summer; but no, the team of docs, the main doc-agree that it’s the weight of the world in which I find myself in at the moment. Huh.
After getting off of a plane for the 5th time in the last two weeks, I find myself without the energy or desire to write, read or be online for anything more than work at the moment. Of course, starting my period and finding myself with a cold and a 102-degree fever might have something to do with it. So, I’m going to burrow deeper under the covers and take a nap. At least for another few days or so.
I hope everyone else is enjoying spring or whatever season it may be wherever you are.
Always Yours, Bee is one of those blogs that tears at your soul and also inspires hope. I appreciate her candor and the transparency into the messiness that is her life and frankly the lives of many of us here. This particular post is well written, of course, and spot on. I’d only add that for those that have been on both sides, not all ow’s/om’s are unencumbered. it is more about the emotional availability and responsiveness.
Nope, I double checked. Mercury is not in retrograde. Dammit.
Recently, someone asked me if I hoped my son would be tolerated as he got older. No, I wouldn’t wish that for anyone. Who wants to be tolerated? My wish for him is the same as it is for any child. To grow up happy, loved, accepted and appreciated.
IHAA reached out via email recently and I realized that I’ve been silent, not by design but by circumstance. While Lady M is traveling, I admire that she posts regularly and even the Awesome Ann keeps up a consistent stream of consciousness. I am inspired and just a little bit envious that they have the time, no, strike that, find the time to write.
I’m embarrassed just how many drafts I have in the drafts folder. Truly. Embarrassed. I could blame it on the current work projects that are about to converge, one of which is yet another restructuring (another word for layoff’s), the ongoing journey of our marriage counseling, treatments that have started up again, kidlet #1, kidlet #2, volunteering, etc. etc. etc.
But when I look closely, there are only so many hours in a day and my lack of time is my own damn fault. I took on the lead role for two of the projects at work as well as a senior year parent project at my kidlet’s school. Yes, I looked at the calendar and saw that they would all be running concurrently and due around the same time. Did I care? No, of course not. No one else was stepping up so why not me? Did I stop to think that there may be a reason why people didn’t want to lead any of the projects? Sure, but I figured what the heck, I lead projects all the time right? *sigh*
This past Saturday, I finally got the chance to escape a bit and spend a few hours with my friend Poppi. While we’ve known of one another for the last several years, it was only three years ago that we formally met. When we finally met, our conversation flowed easily, as if we’d know one another forever. From that moment, a fast and deep friendship was born. On the outset, we are an unusual pair, she’s been a SAHM for the last 17-years, a life that revolved around her children and their schedules with a few friends that she lunched with. In addition, she has a very intense hobby that in of itself could be, and maybe some day, will be a profession. I admire sacrifices she’s made and the grace at which she carries herself given she didn’t get the choice to continue her professional career once they relocated to the States.
I’ve always been in the corporate environment, balancing that with DH, kids, athletics and volunteering. Geared towards action, we’ve been on committees together in the past but more often than not, I’d take on all of the aspects that could be done in concert with my work day, as I couldn’t attend committee meetings as they were always in the middle of the day. About a year and a half ago, P decided to see if she could turn her hobby into a profession. Her kids were older and she needed something that was all her own. It’s been a journey, one that’s been exhilarating, difficult and everything in between.
My friendship with P, has proven to be one that I treasure and we look forward to our time together. We can talk for hours upon hours, often time getting texts from our respective kids telling us “goodnight” because they know we have so much to say or catch up on. Over the course of our breakfast that turned into a brunch and stretched into an early supper, don’t worry, we left the waitress a gratuity equivalent to a table turning at least 4 times 😉 we talked about current music and music that makes each of us think about the one we love as well as the journey we are on. And yes, we both were embarrassed to admit that we really, really like One Direction’s Night Changes. But hey, at least it’s not Bieber 😉
Thinking Out Loud
Night Changes
Sugar
is me is really me 