They’re gone. My parents went back to California Tuesday evening and of course I didn’t want them to leave. In fact as our days together dwindled I found myself caught up in moments of sadness trying to deal with their upcoming departure. As we headed to the airport I asked my Dad when he would next play pickle ball again. My Dad LOVES to play and he enthusiastically replied “7:30am tomorrow morning.” His quick response reminded me that they had a life and were happy to return to it. I don’t know why but I thought about all the outdoor critters we would bring home as kids and try to make pets out of them. When I was a kid there was a creek in our neighborhood and we would wade through it in our boots searching for tadpoles. When we found them we would catch them with a net and bring them home in a bucket. Sometimes we would put caterpillars, butterflies or lightening bugs in jars and occasionally we would bring home a turtle. Many times these creatures would die in captivity and we learned to play with them for a little while and then set them free. Somehow thinking about this lesson helped me wave good bye to my parents at the airport.
Driving home from the airport I had that same let down feeling that I experience after I put away all the Christmas decorations. All the glitter and sparkle was gone. I knew that I had to do something or I would just wallow in sadness so I started to make some plans for the future. I began to plan what I wanted to get accomplished at our new home. I thought about getting back into a fitness routine, and I considered what fun social events I would like to add to my calendar. Looking forward to future events helped me to put my sadness aside. What are you looking forward to?
“Activity and sadness are incompatible.” – Christian Bovee