A friend of mine texted me that she just landed in Boston from LA. After she got home, she said she is enjoying a gentle re-entry. Just the wording of that phrase made me feel calm. I’m going to practice a re-entry myself tomorrow. A re-entry into my daily life and I certainly do want it to be gentle.
My two daughters and three of their friends came on Friday for the weekend and they’ll be leaving tomorrow. It’s really been like being away for me, too. Friday night we were up until 3 am singing karaoke. All day Saturday we were slow moving and enjoyed a day of PJ’s and intermittent naps. Saturday night we watched TV, the girls played Disney monopoly, and we had great food. Daddy B, as they call him, made his famous eggplant parm. Today was a winter storm, complete with 50 mph winds and snow. We cuddled in the family room with wine, good books, Internet games with friends, and a quick bout of Snookie having her baby, thrown in just for balance.
As I sit here tonight I really do feel like I have been away from my life for three days. There were no walks, or meetings, or fit club or yoga classes – just lots of sitting, reading, talking, and eating. I feel cut off and cocooned from the rest of the world. When my friend texted me about her gentle re-entry and making plans for tomorrow, I felt like I will experience a re-entry, too. I’m already planning to open my eyes tomorrow morning and utter a prayer for gentle one. Thank you, Donna, for you eloquent description. It spoke to me.
It’s good every so often to enter a padded soft cocoon and spend time doing things you don’t normally do. I did some reading about relationships and reinvention this weekend that I only had time to do because I couldn’t get up and turn on the TV at 6 am. One girl and her dog was sleeping on the pull-out in the family room and I couldn’t wake the whole house. I had to sneak my tea and retreat to my quiet room and occupy myself until the household stirred at 9 am. Not having the banter of the news competing for my attention these two mornings, I had complete quiet to ponder and look up info on things that were troubling me inside. I found great blogs, articles, and answers.
One was about needing a new script. Sometimes a walk down the same road too many times loses its effectiveness. Taking a new left turn puts things in a different light. I need a new script. I haven’t quite figured out yet just what it is, but time in the cocoon of this weekend pointed out that I needed one.
And so, as another day goes by, I’m hoping for that gentle re-entry tomorrow, and….I have written.
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