My children
have always lamented the fact that I cannot go anywhere without running into
someone I know.
Big Guy has
proclaimed more than once, “My mother will talk to any random stranger.”
Which means
that everywhere I go I am always taking pause to converse with another human
being.
Which means
my children have often found themselves staring blankly off into space or at
the tile squares in the vegetable aisle…or when they grew older, heading to the
department of their own choosing or waiting out boredom out in the car.
Oh, they’d
smile at the other person and respond to questions about how they are doing,
but, as is the way with kids, when the conversation changed they were ready to
move on as well.
“What’s
new?” and “How’s the family?” are two of the first questions we often ask when
catching up with someone we haven’t seen in a while.
Now, with
two children away at college, one of the first inquiries is this, “Are the kids
home from college?”
To which I
reply, “Fave has come and gone. Beauty’s things are at the house and she makes
an occasional appearance.”
If you have
newly-out-on-their-own children, you know how it is: They fly in, drop their
bags, and rush back out.
“They’re
living the dream,” I say to the inquirer.
Living the
dream. Which interpreted means: Coming and going as they choose. Having the
best of both worlds, the freedom of an adult without all of the financial and
obligatory responsibilities.
Being
someone who likes to have her proverbial cake and eat it, too, I get this.
But after I
last made that humorous quip, I began really pondering that statement.
Aren’t we
all living the dream?
I have
heard that we dream every single night, though we often don’t have any
recollection once we wake.
Most of our
days are like that, we just sort of plod along, changing diapers, washing
dishes, driving to work and scouts and sporting events, gathering with friends
for no reason other than to catch up and spend a bit of adult time.
The days
and weeks and months go by and they just are, hours spinning themselves into our
existence.
Then there
are those nightmares.
As a
teenager I had two recurring nightmares, both of which resurfaced after I found
out about the affair between my best friend and Warren.
I was
running for my life, my heart pulse throbbing in every nerve fiber of my body,
running through the forest I knew intimately. Suddenly, I heard dogs barking
and realized I wasn’t going to be able to outrun my assailants, so I shimmied
to the top of a tree, where I’d be hidden from sight. Just as I was catching my
breath, the canines began clawing and baying at the base of the tree… I slid
down the wooden pole and collapsed in a heap of defeat before I woke, drained
and fatigued from the emotional and physical struggle.
Warren occasionally
has dreams that we are fighting, and when he wakes up, those emotions are still
at the surface, until he realizes the residual effect.
There are
those random and bizarre dreams, the ones where our surroundings or the people
see are as we know them, but then there is always something that doesn’t make
sense, something that tells us the occurrence is a figment of our imagination.
They are a
bit like that word that we can’t remember, even when it is right on the tip of
our tongue, or that dilemma we can’t seem to wrap our heads around.
And then,
there are those joyous dreams, images of activities with our loved ones, or those
where we are living out our greatest desires.
Those
moments, even though subconscious, are part of what feeds our happy.
Kind of
gives whole new perspective to that phrase living
the dream, huh?
Life is a
collection of all types of events, what I call the good, the bad, and the mundane…
Looks like
we’re all living the dream, day in and day out, casting our lines into the universe's seas, living life in all its many
facets…
How are you
living the dream right now?
Until
next we meet again, yours in healing, hope, and happiness…
~AE
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