Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Circle(s) of Life

After reflecting on my last blog, I found myself thinking about those I’ve known over the years who I seem to have “lost touch” with. You know what I mean. You have people like that in (or, more appropriately, “out of”) your life.

With time seeming to pass faster and faster as we get older, many people you’ve once had relationships with seem to have slipped away with the sand of the hourglass. But that’s normal.

Over the years we have grown into lives. And so have those people. Unfortunately, many times the lives grown are in different gardens. Work. Church. Social groups. In many different ways, we have developed different circles. Like a Venn diagram, it is where those different circles overlap that we meet. And, like a Venn diagram, the portions where meeting does not take place is greater.

And that is where we find ourselves with distant friends.

My suggestion then, is to focus on those closest to you now; where the overlaps are the greatest.

Of those in my life, the one that is closest to me brings me the greatest joy: my wife.

There is no one I’d rather travel the hourglass sands with than Lisa.

I’m going to let you into one of those special things about her that thrill me. As a matter of fact, it is this incident that was the impetus for this particular post.

We went to a Halloween party over a friend’s house last night. It’s an annual event that has taken place over the last 26 years. It’s always a lot of fun. One of the folks brings a karaoke system and sets up in the basement. Over the course of the evening people go down to join in. No one uses a microphone. People just get up in the group and sing along.

Towards the end of the evening, Lisa and I headed down to the basement. Understand: my wife does not sing publicly. That’s not her thing. I have no problem with doing that. I’m no singer. It’s just that it takes an awful lot for me to embarrass myself.

At one point I got to watch Lisa sitting on the couch singing along with one of the songs. And there was nothing better to me than to watch her smiling face as she just let it all hang out. It’s one of those rare moments that sometimes happens at home with the stereo on that I get to soak in - and watch the sands stand still.

And that’s what I mean. It’s those moments of pure joy that make you stop and actively acknowledge the presence of someone in the center of your circle.

So, take a moment to think about those closest to you. Reach out to them before the circles stop intersecting.

Don’t let living get in the way of living.

© Emittravel 2017

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Chapter Seven

"You can't be serious."

It wasn't an accusation. Just a simple statement. A simple statement with a touch of disbelief.

"How can you say that? I’m telling you the truth. A deep, personal thing and you call me a liar?"

"I didn't call you a liar. I said that you can't be serious. Maybe you're imagining it. Maybe you just want to believe it."

"Why would I make something like this up? I didn't want it to be true, it just . . . is."

Then came the silence. That awkward pause. You know the kind. The conversation will either pick up steam, or fizzle out. Someone will dig a little deeper, or change the topic.

We had been on the road for days. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to let her know how I felt. You know, spill my guts. Okay, maybe "perfect opportunity" isn't right. I had volunteered to take her, and a trailer full of her things, across country to where THE job was. And him.

Like I said, maybe "perfect opportunity" isn't right.

She shifted in her seat, looked at me and asked, "How long have we known each other?"

"I don't know, since high school. Sophomore year I think."

"Right. About six years now. And you wait until NOW to tell me this? You wait until THIS moment?"

"Look, I didn't plan it this way. I thought I'd be okay with this. You know, with you leaving. I figured that once you were gone I'd simply move on. But I don't think I can."

"Great. Thanks. This is all I need right now. Not only do I have to deal with my mom's attitude over me leaving, I have to deal with . . . with . . . this."

"First off, your mom means well. And second, I sorta agree with her. You're leaving home and everyone you know all so you can be with a guy you only met your last year in school."

"So it's Richard then. You're jealous of Richard."

"I'm not jealous of Richard. I think he's a swell guy. I just don't think you know him well enough to leave everything."

"Well I do. Besides, you're just saying this because you THINK you have feelings for me."

"I don't THINK. I KNOW. I've known for a long time now. I just didn't have the guts to tell you."

"Because?"

"Because I thought that once I told you how I really felt, it would kill our friendship."

"Pete, don't be silly. Of course it wouldn't kill our friendship. It's just that all this time I thought you considered me more of a sister. And now?"

"You're angry."

"I’m not angry."

"You're angry that I opened my mouth. Hell, I should have kept it shut."

"C'mon Pete, I’m not angry. Just a little confused that's all."

"Wait. YOU'RE confused?"

"Yeah, I mean. Look. I really like you Pete. Really, I do. And at one time I thought that you really liked me too. If I had only known . . . "

"Well now you do. So now what?"

"Now? God, Pete. Don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

"Just forget it. Look. Once we get there . . . I don't know."

And then, with perfect timing, her phone went off.

"Oh, hi Richard. Yeah, we're still on the road. Maybe another couple hours out. Uh huh. Okay. I'll see you soon. Bye."

I glanced at her and asked, "No 'I love you'?"

"What?"

"You didn't say, 'I love you'."

"Yes I did."

"No, you didn't. Freudian slip?"

"Oh, don't start."

"Okay, call him back and tell him."

"Oh, come on, Pete."

"No, really. Call him back and tell him you love him, and give him those kissy sounds people do."

"No."

"So, you really don't love him."

"Stop it."

"Go ahead then. Call him back and tell him. To be honest, I don't think I've ever heard you tell him."

"It doesn't matter."

"Why not?"

"Because . . . I don't. Love him, that is. To be honest, I'm not moving out here for some great job. I'm moving out to be with Richard and HIS job."

"I'm confused."

"Pete. I'm pregnant."

©Emittravel 2016