I came back on Tuesday from my trip. I took extra clothes thinking that I might stay a few days extra and see other family but after the weekend it seemed like it was time to come home.
It was a good visit with my friend there is not too many people you have known since 1st grade and the years seem to wash away once I arrived. She is thin and nervous just like she was when we were kids managing all the details of every moment.
Because of the situation she never stopped moving. I didn't want to impose given the situation but she seem to enjoy having me there. I am pretty low maintenance as guest go and I bring anything I might need for my personal comfort including my pillow.
I listened a lot about all her mothers illnesses and how many times they thought she wasn't going to make it. Recently she had had a come back and the week before her death she renewed her drivers licence, got a pedicure, had her teeth cleaned and a mole removed from her face.
I guess she was preparing for a trip. Isn't that always the way? You hear people say "I saw her just last week and she looked great." But none of us live forever and with each passing day it seems more real to me.
Coming back to a pile of work and thinking is this what I am suppose to be doing? After hearing the kind of person my friend mother was it made wonder what would be said about me. First I don't think there will be such a crowd. I remember after my own mothers death there were such crowds that they had to close off a few extra rooms to hold all the people and the flowers.
My life has been pretty small and because I have lived in the sickness of my own story I haven't been too giving at times. Other times I gave too but mostly to escape the thoughts and emotions that were always brewing inside just beneath the surface. Earning my right to be alive.
I still have time to put myself out there if I really want to be more give more. It is never too late to change. It is never to late to be someone different. I recently saw an interview with Jimmy Carter in his 90's and he said he thought the secret to his own happiness and the longevity of his marriage was that he and Rosalyn regularly decide to learn something new. He gave the example that he put his first pair of skis on at 60. I thought that was encouraging.
These days with work I feel that I have no time for really much else. Of course this is just in my own mind because I spend many hours a day watching TV and not much else. I like it and it calms me but it is just another way to medicate myself.
Sometimes I think this idea of making a big difference is just another mind trap. Something to keep us from just living and enjoying the moment and the people that are right there in front of us.
I have realized that I do want to get out and meet new people. People that are open to change and want to learn new things and have fun. I am not sure how to go about finding them but I think I am going to try a little harder.