Heartache

My life is good.  It has been a very long time since I've experienced true heartache.  I was lying in bed last night, wide awake at 3:00 in the morning, and literally thought that my heart was going to explode.  I am devasated at the imminent grief and loss that my family will soon experience.  Death lingers in the air and I cannot escape it.  As much as I pray and as much as I hope, I have to accept the fact that my grandma is dying.

As I left her home and traveled back to mine, I stared out the car window at the sunset.  As beautiful and vivid as the colors were, the only thing that I could think about was whether or not I would see her again.  These are the same excrutiating thoughts that I would have every time I drove away from my terminally ill father.  I never knew if the weekend that I had just spent with him would be the last.  I couldn't stay with him and I can't stay with her - I have my own life and my own family that I must take care of.  I understand this, but at the same time, I feel like I am abandoning my family, my past and my dad all over again.  I feel helpless and confused and really, really sad. 

I've been praying a lot more but I don't always know what to ask God for.  Is it that my grandma feels His presence and is comfortable?  Or, is it that my grandpa finds peace during all of this?  Sometimes, I pray that God brings me sleep.  How am I supposed get through a day when I've only slept 4 hours?  How do we get through life when we know that death is waiting for us?  I've been asking these questions and I don't have any answers.  This void, this sadness, makes my heart break.  I know that life is full of wonder and that there are times for love, anger, growth, death, birth, war and peace.  This is my time to miss my grandma.  This is my time for heartache.     

The Beach

I've been feeling really overwhelmed.  I really love my job but it is very challenging.  I have been working extremely hard - harder than I ever have in my entire life.  I'm trying to put things into perspective and accept that I can only do so much.  I haven't been doing a good job, though.  Well, until my husband and I went to the beach yesterday.

I had forgotten how amazing the beach is.  Going to the beach is better than taking anti-depressants.  I sat in my pink beach chair, drank a few beers, squished sand through my toes and thanked God for creating such a beautiful world.  I waded into the ocean intending only to get my feet wet but the water felt so refreshing, I had to jump in.  Diving into waves and completely immersing myself in the cool, teal water washed away all of my stress, anxiety and exhaustion.

My husband and I laid in six inches of water, rubbed sand through our fingers, kissed each other under our cowboy hats and talked about how wonderful our lives are.  The current was so strong that our bodies swayed with the rhythm of the waves - it was one of the most natural feelings ever.  I love going to the beach and I go quite often.  For some reason though, that day at the beach will be a moment I will always remember.  I felt pure and happy and refreshed.  It was the kind of feeling that reminds me of what is important in life - like the scent of the ocean, watching a hawk dive for fish, remembering how salt water turns my husband's eyes a beautiful blue-green color, and eating Twizzlers while the sun warms my skin and absorbs all things negative.  

The Scent of Play-Doh

I just love the way Play-Doh smells.  I love it so much that I bought some the other day.  Squishing the purple, pink, and green moulding clay between my fingers brought me back to my childhood - a time when things seemed simple.  Why was that?  Was it because we didn't watch the news as children and had no idea what the world was really like?  Or maybe, because cleaning our rooms and remembering to brush our teeth were our only responsibilities?  I'm not opposed to being aware of what is happening in the world or having responsibilities - I'm just realizing that it isn't easy balancing them with living a simple life. 

I've been thinking a lot about balance and of holding two or more opposing values.  How do you embrace both the essence of adulthood and childhood?  What about responsibility and spontaneity?  How do you hold both life and death?  Though I don't know the answers, I think it is important to ask the questions.  When I first began seeing things from a "both" perspective versus an "or" perspective, I felt a sense of relief.  I didn't feel pressured to choose and I felt like I could just be open.  For example, I hate that people are dying in war.  At the same time, I understand that there are times when we need to fight.  Instead of choosing one side over the other - I am trying to embrace both.  I am trying to hold both the fear that I have for my cousin's life with pride that he is fighting for freedom. 

During times like these, when I become confused and overwhelmed, I've learned to take a few deep breaths.  And now, thanks to my new Play-Doh, I will lay on my sofa, squish it between my fingers and open myself up to what the world wants me to take in.                       

Great Husbands

Here's to great husbands.  The kind who knows exactly what you need after a long day of work.  Somehow, my husband knew that grilled steak and homemade American fries were exactly what I needed this evening.  I rushed home from work, trying so hard not to speed, my mouth watering with a feeling of excitement radiating throughout my entire body.  The freshly poured glass of wine was just a bonus. 

He just doesn't make me dinner either.  My husband also knows me.  The real me.  I don't have to hide my neuroses around him - I wouldn't even know how to.  He understands that I mumble when I don't feel like talking and that I don't like drinking coffee until I've had a chance to wake up.  When I "organize" his things, he is patient when searching through drawers and closets.  On those rare occasions when I feel like eating chips and dip for dinner, he doesn't say anything.  And when I ask if he minds watching a couple of Golden Girls episodes, he sits next to me and laughs along. 

I have the most wonderful husband ever.  He is my best friend and the person who I will spend the rest of my life with - in this world and in the next.  Thanks, God.  Good job!

Zombie Reflections

I have recently made a decision to become fit.  I was watching Zombieland and realized that if a zombie virus ever takes over America, I would really like to stay human.  I have gained a new appreciation for fitness - I really want to be able to run away from a pack of zombies if needed.  The yoga that I practice and the walks that I go one will be really helpful if I ever need to fight off a zombie.  I need to start doing cardio as well and maybe some kickboxing.  I wonder if Darwin ever considered zombies to be a part of his theory of survival of the fittest.  It definitely has become a part of mine.

Why is it so difficult to do what we know is good for us?  I've got the eating healthy part down.  It is the exercise routine that I haven't quite embraced that keeps taunting me, though.  The opposite applies as well.  We allow so many bad things to be a part of our lives - becoming overwhelmed and stressed, worrying about money, fearing death, forgetting the simple things, letting negativity creep its way into our lives.  It seems strange that it is easier to feel guilt and regret than it is to workout.  What really matters anyway?  Isn't life is about living?  In the end, worry and guilt will get us no where.  I'd rather spend my time living a positive and healthy life.  Ultimately, that is what will keep me alive if a zombie virus becomes epidemic.