Remember when I mentioned just a few blogs back--go ahead, I will give you a few minutes to either read it for the first time or refresh your memory by re-reading the blog in question...ready?--about taking the book of our life from the past three years and putting it high up on a shelf so that we never have to read it again? Well, this morning it 'fell' off the shelf and hit me square in the head. I told you that I was going to move forward, but I lied as I am still mired in the past. You see today is an emotion-filled day for two reasons. First, my son was born fourteen years ago today. He was born a week past his due date which foreshadowed his personality though I was not aware of that at the time. He is wildly passionate about everything, both negative and positive, which makes for an interesting if stressful life with him. He believes that all thinking must be 'outside the box' which adds not only to his incredible personality but also ramps up the stress level as I could not be anymore linear in my thinking if I tried. Stress aside, he never fails to make me laugh with his incomparable voices, imitations, facial expressions and dance moves. I love him to pieces.
On a different note, one year ago today we waved good-bye to my husband as he began his drive to Boston to start his new job. I had everything that I wanted at that moment; we were going home. Five weeks later, we crashed and burned and something inside me snapped. I am definitely not the same person I was a year ago and despite trying to move forward and not dwell in the past, dwell in the past is all that I seem capable of doing these days. Talk about a life-altering event. Losing that job changed everything from my attitude to my son's college choices. It has made me leery of feeling that happy as I now spend my time waiting for the other shoe to drop and even if it does not, just like Pavlov's dogs, I am conditioned to be wary. The worst part is it seems that the shoe does drop thereby further reinforcing my concerns and worries time and time again. A vicious cycle that I have been unable to break as yet.
The new job is good but it is 'here' and not 'there' and while I always thought where we lived would not matter, I am finding as I grow older that it really does matter to me. My post-Boston debacle self has also come to realize that for the 'new me' good enough is not really good enough at all.
(author's note: for those concerned that I am going to be a real party pooper for my son tonight, fear not, I am a master at leaving my feelings on paper where my children are concerned. Pancakes (his birthday dinner of choice) and cake (what's a birthday without cake?) and presents this evening...with a double shot of Rolaids to follow. Party on!)