Wednesday, April 6, 2011

E is for Ephemeral

Ephemeral: lasting a very short time.

Yes, I know, ephemeral is not strictly an emotion. It is relevant nonetheless.

I have a tendency to get mired down in my negative emotions. When what seems like a thousand different things go wrong all at once it gets a little difficult to see past them. The sadness moves in like a summer storm and swallows me whole. Tears fall like rain, my emotions swirl like a twister and my body feels like it's been beaten up by golf-ball sized hail.

But, just like those summer storms that come out of nowhere, a rainbow almost always follows. The storm moves on, the rain stops, the wind dies down and the sun comes out again.

Even though I am living in the middle of the storm right now, I do know that all of this is temporary. Jon is halfway through his incarceration and - whether I let him come home or not - he will once again be here to help me, even if it's just to take these kids for a while so I can get a break. 

The next court date for "Karla" and her kids is in May - a little over a month from now - and hopefully, her kids will be able to go back with her and the trauma of life with "Etta" will be over. Or, I will be able bodied enough by then that I can take over and they can come and live with me.

And, as ALWAYS, every time I get mired in my own mess, I am reminded that I could have it SO. MUCH. WORSE. I could be homeless. I could be terminally ill instead of chronically ill. I could live in Japan.

As I said in a previous post......IT'S ALL TEMPORARY!

Nothing lasts forever, not even the crap!


Retired Knitter said...

So true, so true.

ahhsome said...

All right! That's an improvement. Things are constantly changing and as my mom always said "This too shall pass" whenever we hit a rough patch.

(I think she took that from the Bible)

We had some pretty dark times when she was a single mom and I was 6 years old. We had very little food, there were several occasions where she would go without food, so we could get gas in the car, etc. she was anorexic. She lived off Chow Mein Crunchy Noodles and Captn Crunch Cereal...if we could afford milk!

REMEMBER: This too shall got us through those rough patches. :)


Sylvia Ney said...

I love the title with the summation; "hemmoroid cream of the soul". That alone makes me love this blog! I'm stopping by from the "A to Z" challenge and I look forward to reading more from you.

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