Waves and Corners

I have a tendency to believe that life comes at us in waves.  Waves of good, waves of bad.  Sometimes they bunch up, sometimes they don’t.  So whenever anything bad happens to me I chose to look at it as “Wow, I wonder what super great thing is coming around the corner?”

Well, the economy sucks and animals get sick and friends have issues you can’t help but empathize with (so you get sad too) – but there’s good out there too.  I mean, good books, good movies, great friendships and being in an amazing relationship.  I know I’m luckier than most, I won’t dispute that.  I was very lucky in my situation when I got laid off.  I didn’t have any kids, I didn’t have a mortgage and I was with this amazing man who could luckily support both of us (with some fabulous help from our government).  I know this is not the situation with all of the people hit hard by the economy.

All the same – bad stuff has happened in my life.  Beyond my amazing relationship (which I’ve had for 4 + years now) and new awesome apartment I would say most of my waves have been bad.  Every time one hits I try to think “Something great MUST be around the corner.”  But the damn block keeps stretching out really far and then suddenly this great new possible thing will come up and in the back of my mind I’ll think “What if this is that great thing that was around the corner?!  What if THIS is it?!”

Then, bam.  It’s not.  And the block stretches out in front of me again with the corner oh so far away.

Well, another corner is approaching and I am praying, hoping, wishing with ever fiber of my being that this is the great thing.  And you know what?  If it happens it will ALL have been worth it.  Seriously.  Over 4 months of unemployment and all the other crap that has happened since – if this is the corner I will be on cloud fuckin’ 9.  Excuse the language, but it is  necessary.

And if it’s not… well, that would be one hell of a bad wave.

One thing I must say, which I know is a theme of almost all my posts, I am not sure I could or would survive life without my family, friends and love.  They are what keeps me recovering from the hard times.  And I am AMAZINGLY lucky to have them in my life.  I know that if this thing doesn’t work out, they are going to be calling me, giving me huge hugs and sending me pizza and doughnuts with every opportunity.  Because that’s who they are.  They are there for me just as I am there for them.

So, do you think life comes at you in waves?  Do you think much about that next corner when life could get better?  What helps you recover?

~ by alie0bronwynn on April 29, 2009.