Usually I bitch about something using my blog. This time, it’s not a rant session.
The title of this blog is “Back to Life”. Soul II Soul wrote a song:
”Back to life, back to reality,
back to life, back to reality…
back to life, back to reality,
back to the here and now yeah…”
Back to life, back to the present time,
back from a fantasy.”
Last Sunday, on the 5th, a male friend and I embarked from Galveston, Texas on a 7 day Caribbean cruise.
You snort laughed. I know. The entire cruise everyone thought we were a couple because we sat next to each other, or, stood with each other in line. In reality, J and I met because both of our spouses died from GBM brain cancer. That is an entirely different blog.
For 7 days, I didn’t have to lift a finger to do anything. I simply existed. I ate. I won’t deny that. The plain rolls on a cruise are my kryptonite. Yes, there is a serve-yourself ice cream machine on the pool deck, and I literally ate salmon and steak every, single, night, for dinner. After 11 pm each night, I ate 2 pieces of pepperoni pizza and drank a Coke. I ramble, but suffice it to say, if you have never been on a cruise, GO ON ONE.
Back to the purpose of this blog. After driving back from Galveston, J dropped me off at my apartment at 6:30 p.m. My son had apartment-sat for me while I was gone, and he doesn’t exactly have my OCD sense of cleanliness. I picked up all Sophie’s toys, wiped down the TV tray & coffee table, vacuumed up a weeks worth of dirt, dog hair, and crumbs.
I unpacked my 2 bags. Put everything back into its place. (I did have to invent a place for the leftover sunscreen. This has never been a problem for me before, but I didn’t sunburn this trip! First time for everything.)
Started 2 loads of laundry.
Unloaded the dishwasher.
Worked up an appetite by 8:30, and who can get back to clean eating on a Sunday?! Out to the Escape to forage for food. Dang! Did all the pollen in the free world find its way to my SUV while I was gone?
To the carwash I go. Wash the Escape.
Hit a drive-thru for a chicken breast and mashed potatoes. It was no salmon & steak, but those are the breaks.
As I waited to turn into the street to head home, I had a momentary thought of what all I had done since I got home, and for a millisecond, I had the urge to complain. Then, it hit me: I have a great life.
I have a great life. No kidding. I love my life. I didn’t go on vacation because I hated my life. I went on vacation to replenish my soul, not because I was trying to escape my present day life.
We need to create lives for ourselves that don’t need an escape from. Yeah, life gets monotonous and hard, and there is the 8 – 5 grind, 52 weeks a year, dealing with family, kids, activities, pets, etc. The list goes on and on.
Yes, we should be living a life where we love the insanity.
On August 1, 2013, I woke up a widow, who was living with her brother, unemployed, and with $1300 to my name. Life pretty much sucked as much ass as it could suck that day. At 45 years old, and for the second time in my life, I was starting over from scratch.
Today, it’s February 12, 2017, and as I think about all the good things that have come into my life since that day in August, I can honestly say that I love my life. It’s nowhere near perfect, and Lord knows it has its share of bumps & potholes, but overall, right now, I wouldn’t change much.
Hey you. Yeah, the person reading this. I sincerely hope you love your life. If you don’t, I hope you can move some things around so you can. It really does the soul good.