“Listen, smile, agree. And then do whatever the fuck you were gonna do anyway.” ~Robert Downey Jr.
Last night (or even yesterday in general) was the first day, in quite a while, that I didn’t spend a significant amount of time in tears. I attribute a lot of this to my friend Sara, who saw what I needed, acted on it and wouldn’t take no for an answer. It’s hard to find friends like that; the ones who show up without being asked, the ones who are there for everything (even the bad stuff), who have seen you at your worst and are still there in the morning, who tell you what you need to hear even if it isn’t what you want to hear.
After a much needed (and clarifying) night out, I woke up serene and without the familiar pit of despair in my stomach that has been there over the summer. I was able to breathe. I was actually ready to face the day. Now, don’t interpret this as me thinking that all my problems and challenges have disappeared because of a glass of wine, a slice of cheesecake, and a night out with a friend. I’m not that naive. All of my issues are still there, but today is the first day in a long time I feel like I might actually be able to face them.
I spent my morning wandering around my empty house. The kids were with the grandparents, the husband was at class and it was the first time I had truly been alone in a while. I’m the type of person who likes to be alone, though not necessarily feel alone. As I walked around my completely unorganized and cluttered house, I was thinking about how much I had hoped to accomplish this summer, but never really got around to it for one reason or another. As usual, I wished there was some way to turn back time, to do it all over and not make the same mistakes again.
Then I though, what a waste of time, sitting around wishing I had used my time more effectively or wishing I had more time. How often do we all do that; sitting around spending so much time focusing on the past that we are actually forgetting to live right now? Throughout my life I have spent so much time focusing on things that have happened: wishing I hadn’t spent so much time focusing on people who didn’t share my same feelings, wishing I had started something differently or ended something differently, wishing I hadn’t concentrated on one thing over another. I know I can’t be the only one.
The light at the end of the tunnel is that no matter how much time I have wasted, I still have time left. And I realize how lucky I am that I can say that. So, instead of constantly dwelling on the things from the past that I would change if I could, it’s time to move forward and put that energy into what I want out of the present and the future.
I have no idea what that is right now, but at least I have a little time to figure it out.