Her dog had anxiety – lots of anxiety. So it was not exactly a surprise when the dog started biting its own nails to bloody stumps.
What was truly astonishing was the amount of money she paid to find that out. At those rates, she felt the dog should now be able to perform certain household chores. Instead, her dog just ran around like an agitated flatulent mess every day.
Everyone around her at work was on some sort of a “journey” but she was not even sure of her current GPS location – so she decided to learn all the lyrics to every Journey song in hopes this would hide her inadequacies.
It was spring and the mother was making a fresh start of things in her new little garden. Among other things, she selected a weeping cherry with graceful limbs and delicate blossoms for one corner of the tiny patch. When the mother asked her youngest daughter what she thought of the new tree, the little daughter scrunched her nose, said she preferred trees that weren’t sad all the time and ran off to play. Caught off guard, the mother spent the rest of the afternoon psychoanalyzing her other garden selections.
Every day was a chance for her to make new mistakes – which at least had the benefit of being interesting. Nothing was more tedious than just repeating her same old mistakes.
She was 3 years into
40 before she fully
realized her age.
And when it finally
dawned on her
to feel middling old
her face suddenly grew
h e a v y and l o n g
and her limbs
s o t i r e d.
It was an ordinary flight for an ordinary business trip. Except she started fretting about the happiness of pilots she had never met and planes she wasn’t on that vanished for no apparent reason—which, when coupled with all the things she had left unfinished at home and the office, made for quite the little panic attack.
The advice was to be busy, stay busy. Get a hobby – in fact, get a life.
Still, in the middle of all her busyness, she could always trust herself to find a spare moment to feel utterly lonely.