They’re back.
Just when I am getting the hang of soaring in endless blue sky, I’m suddenly back down to earth with a THUD, dusting off my fanny, rubbing my scraped nose and wondering what in the hell hit me. The cycles in emotions sometime occur as often as the Whippets need walking, which is to say, the pace is all bloody exhausting. If I had a voice of any note I’d be belting out Company’s tune, “Being Alive” in a way to rival the stellar performance Dean Jones turned in for the stage show recording. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=am8qrrZAtP4
Little wonder that when a head cold finally got the better of me Friday night, I slept for 33 of 36 hours. The long slumber should have made me feel better but I missed a fabulous, sunny, summer Portland weekend to awake dazed by dreams similar to an endless parade of Marley’s ghosts of the past. And when those cobwebs cleared, I found myself, not only still behind with work and household tasks, but scrambling to catch up with changes in my social circle equal to 50 episodes of All My Children.
How often did you chuckle (with compassion) in your 40’s and say, “thank heavens that’s behind me?” as you watched your teenage son or daughter, or that of a friend’s, swing with every emotional whiff of wind? When you are happily married, the crazy, roller coaster experiences of your twenties generally seem FAR BEHIND you. Become single in your 50’s (along with a lot of your friends) and guess what you find? They’re back!
Life is again a roller coaster.
Get a ticket to ride – my best advise of the day. Trix