Some days are definitely better than others

13 Mar

There were decisions which had to be made. Decisions about all manner of things none of which could be made singularly but each of which remained a decision of its own with its own right to be and its own particular timing. The decisions, which I present without question marks and allow you to make of that what you will, included such things as: where will the lads go to school next year; how much longer should we, would we, can we stay; where will we spend the summer; should we move from this apartment. These are the kinds of decisions which, once started, spiral into others (should we renew our gym membership or just buy a per-visit card, should we think about finding a different gym move to a different club) and if you aren’t very careful, you will soon be asking, Should I bother getting out of bed.

Except…huzzah! I am not as easy to confuse as I once was. I would not claim to be as Buddha, but such is the state of my current mental strength that truly through all of this month and the one before, I have not cried once. Well, maybe once, and possibly even twice but not, you know, every day. And when I have said, ‘Well, let’s just wait and see’ or ‘It’s no use worrying about things that haven’t even happened’ I have meant it. I really have.

On a related note, but not so related that I can think of an elegant segue, a lot of the thinking that I am doing at the moment is done with the understanding that I have just turned 42 and when my mother died, she had just turned 46 – an age to which I am now so close that I can smell its perfume. Woody, with a touch of something citrus if I’m not mistaken.

It is not a bad touchstone, not a bad point of reflection, but I’m glad that my mental health is as good as it is, and that I have been able to look at this in a polyanna way. Because reflecting on our decision to stay here one more year, I see that it was made by a mind and a spirit which are fuelled not by the spectre of just four more years, but by the optimism of many more. Because if I really thought I had just four years more, I would go home right now and spend them with my friends.

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4 Responses to “Some days are definitely better than others”

  1. elsewhere March 13, 2011 at 10:21 am #

    golly gosh!

    • ThirdCat March 13, 2011 at 11:37 am #

      Do you mean to the staying? If so, yes, agreed.

  2. Carolyn Cordon March 13, 2011 at 11:40 am #

    I go with Pollyanna, she got to live a happy life, looking at things from a positive frame of mind. I model myself on that, and It’s working well for me.

  3. Stomper Girl March 15, 2011 at 4:35 am #

    Oh yes, here’s to More Than Four Years. Lots and lots More. When I was 20, I would have thought 46 was old, but it really isn’t. And losing a 46-year-old friend has been just so much sadder than losing my 87 year-old step-father.

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