Over-Thinking and Denial (Or the Dogs’ Toy Basket)

I should write something poignant and/or profound right now given my life circumstances… but I’m not in the mood.

Smarter individuals have said denial is an essential element of sanity after all. (No one actually said this as far as I know. It is more likely the bald-faced lie I tell myself so I can cope with reality.)

If you’re new to the blog, these “circumstances” include some hardcore adult things like caring for my divorced, aging, and somewhat ailing parents, but tonight I don’t want to dwell on unpleasant things.

Sure, catastrophe is lingering somewhere in the periphery of my life like a pesky motorcyclist who insists on occupying the blindspot of my SUV on the freeway, but tonight I choose to ignore all of that.

Tonight I choose denial.

As part of my manifest rejection of reality I give you this:

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The dogs’ new toy basket.

Yes, really… a toy basket for my dogs. I paid somewhere around $52 for it.

I actually agonized at length over its purchase — not the price, mind you, but the aesthetics of it in context with the room it occupies.

I considered many other storage options. I even wandered the aisles of endless Home Goods and Marshall’s locations across the greater Los Angeles area.

After all of that fruitless searching, I narrowed it down to a couple of options from Fawn and Forest.

This was a front-runner until the last minute:

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The basket itself and not its contents… OBVIOUSLY.

I purchased that particular basket for my friend Nicole’s sweet baby Treva, but I decided the pom-poms were too similar to the tassels on my curtains to really work with the room.

See?

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Ugh, the things that I agonize over…

I realize the leaves in my rug mirror the leaf on the Fawn and Forest basket I ultimately bought, but somehow it feels slightly subtler.

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Or maybe that’s another lie I’m telling myself.

Who knows?

Either way, I’m happy with the purchase for my pups’ toy bounty.

Perhaps I’ll buy the pom-pom basket for my bedroom….

I have my own toys books to store after all.

(Books, like my dogs, are everything.)

 

 

 

Of Insomnia (Or Family Stuff)

It’s after 11 pm, and I’m still awake — a state yet unaltered even after listening to a sermon podcast, a few carefully selected songs on iTunes, and an hour of Harry Potter on Audible. After all of my *valiant* efforts at relaxing, I gave up and got out of bed.

I really thought I was tired… but I guess not.

So, here I am now… pouring out my heart to the internet at nearly midnight on a Monday. (Note to self: I really should pick up that prescription for insomnia meds from CVS….)

I’m in a weird place, which is probably why I can’t sleep.

I have a lot that’s going well in my life: I have two dogs I love more than my own life, many close friends, and a wonderful family. On the flip side, one of my dogs is living on borrowed time after a cancer diagnosis two years ago, I don’t see most of my friends as often as I used to (distance, kids. etc.), and my parents are facing health challenges that come with age.

I’m not really complaining: I’m glad I have people and pets I love enough to keep me up at night. That said, some nights the weight of life and loss weigh heavier than others.

I’m presently preparing for a trip to Michigan to see my family at the end of the month, and as much as I’d like to think I’ve prepared for it mentally, I know you just can’t prepare for what I’m facing emotionally… or otherwise.

Without betraying confidences, I will just say I’m preparing to parent a person who once parented me, and that’s scary.

It’s a kind of real no one can prepare you to face.

I’m going into the situation with the faith that God will lead me (as he always has), he will comfort me (as he always has), and I won’t be alone because I have him and all of the people he has placed on my path.

I’m not saying any of this is going to be easy, but it won’t be impossible.

But also?

If I’m being honest, human, and absolutely real… I have to admit this sucks a little.

I didn’t ask for this, but most of us didn’t ask for our lot in life. We all just play the hand we were dealt. We’re absolutely allowed to complain a little for a minute, but then we need to play the cards we’re holding the best we can. (It’s probably important to mention that I’m a lousy poker player so perhaps this entire analogy is crap.)

Analogy aside, I think we just have to do our best with our circumstances… whatever they are.

And in my case, I can say without a doubt as hard as this next chapter will be in my life, I know I’m the only person who can do what I have to do.

My entire life has prepared me to fulfill the role I must play — both because of my biology and also because the man who made me strong enough to face this needs me now.

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I’m strong because I’m yours.

And?

He made me stronger because he couldn’t let his only child off of the hook; she had to be as strong as he.

I love you, Papa, and whatever we’re facing, we’re facing it together.

You and my mummy made what I am, and I’m strong enough to slug it out until I’m tired enough to sleep.

Tonight maybe that means writing until I’m tired….