Be it ever so humble, its great to be home.
Life is still great!!!
We had a wonderful time in St Thomas, it was everything we hoped it would be. We had an amazing time alone, and with the exception of the giant lizards, (more on those later).... everything was perfect... things were slow and quiet, and more importantly, drama free.....but we had to come home some time.... And now... back to the ongoing drama we call life....
We all know drama, especially if you have children... heck if you have family, siblings, any pretty much anyone related to you, you know drama.
Is there ever a time that we can escape it?
Only if you are living on a deserted desert island, or another planet...( I know some people that are on that planet)!
I have come to realize more and more, as I get older, ( I hate that expression), but it is what it is... it happened, anyway, as I was saying, I have come to realize that we are not put on this earth to solve problems that arise in our lives. We are put here to figure out how to deal with those problems and issues that arise. Not “solve”, but “deal with”!
No one ever told us that there would be things in this never ending drama we call life....that will not ever be resolved for whatever those reasons are.
I believe that we are here to become stronger as we figure out how to deal with the day in, and day out struggles of our life situations.
Some, of course, we have created ourselves, and some we have no control over whatsoever, as I believe it was designed to hopefully make us stronger human beings.
I believe... that God, in his infinite wisdom has an awesome sense of humor, he must be laughing all the time at all the crazy things we do here on earth, at our never ending quest to solve our problems.
He knows, they will never be solved.
We mere humans will just figure out how better to deal with “stuff”!!
But I am certain that I am getting better at “dealing”!!
Some people, and I am jealous of them, develop a “no worries” attitude, nothing seems to bother them. Either they are able to bury things better than others. Or they are doing drugs. Whatever works right? I personally think they are faking, that nothing bothers them, but I have no proof, just a feeling.
And for the rest of us, well, we continue on, stressing about everything, the big, the small, the sad, and the really ugly stuff that goes on within each of our family units.
The things, that are never solved, as each of us, get up, put on socks, shoes, or flip flops, and we try and figure out ways to cope and “deal”.
I have struggled for years about things around me that I have no control over. Big and little things to be sure.
Doesnt matter how big, or small for me, when I want to stress, it makes no difference.
I like to think I am a work in progress, getting better at “dealing” each day.
The writing helps me a lot, beats drugs any day :)
I dont drink much,... those of you that know me well, know I am a cheap drunk, and will puke after more than two drinks anyway, so whats the point in that?
I could, I suppose, do what some people do, and that would be to blame everyone else for their problems, thereby releasing themselves from any responsibility. No stress involved there.
Wow, how do they do that?
I wish I knew, it would be like the answer to lifes burning question for me... the big Why???
That never works for me, I am way too busy blaming myself for everything thats wrong.
Of course those same people, that cannot, or will not, or refuse to, take any sort of responsibility for anything that goes wrong in their lives, when asked a direct question ...they never really answer that question. They just feed you so much random stuff, about everything you never asked to hear, that you walk away confused and start questioning yourself.
For me, I am just as sure that this must be my fault somehow, I just didnt word it right.
Do they learn this stuff in school?
Confusion 101, is that what its called?
Maybe that is a hidden law school course :)
Damn, who knew?
Wished I had taken that course.
Chuck and I hear so many stories from our friends about their adult children, and amazingly enough these stories so often echo what we experience as well, in our own issues we have with our adult children.
I am sure each generation will say similar things, but I personally, always respected my parents even if I didnt agree with them.
I never would have dreamed of yelling, or cursing at them. I never would have told them I thought they were stupid, or anything like that. Maybe I was afraid when I was young of getting a whooping, but as I got older, it was never fear that kept me from doing this.
It was such a different world we grew up in.
I guess at the end of a day, I always knew that my parents thought they were doing what was best. And whatever their advice was, I had a choice of ignoring it or accepting it.
I never felt the need to disown them for their opinions.
Kids today, (some), will turn on you as soon as you have a difference of opinion.
Its a sad world we live in when you are not allowed to say what you think. We never knew when we were raising children that us giving them so many choices and a say about everything would come back and smack us around one day.
I would have rethought that, had I known. We didnt have a crystal ball, or any such thing that would allow us to know, that by trying to be so fair, and just , as we were trying to help them solve all of their problems, that we really werent doing them any favors.
But would we really change anything we did, given the opportunity?
Nah!!! Probably not!
Once you peel back all the layers of all the drama, you know you wouldnt change anything, or trade anyone for theirs.
Maybe I wouldnt change it, or trade it, but I would definitely “tweak” it.
But drama aside,.......
I still think life is good. I like it better than the alternative.
My daddy always says, (he’s 83), that he knows he will not be around forever, and that when he and his friends talk about which one of them will go next, he says,
“Well I dont know, but I’m not volunteering for the job”
He cracks me up when he says stuff like that...
I love being around him and hearing him talk about when he was a kid.
That was real life back then... no time for drama...too much work to do.
He is a wonderful amazing man.
He thinks that I, as his only daughter, am perfect in every way. I try and argue with him on this, but hey....
Who am I to correct my dad?
That would be disrespectful :)
