Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Getting Old Is Like Watching Turner Classic Movies
I know, I've been moody lately. But heck, I spent the last couple days sitting with people as they died and presiding at a funeral. It's moody work and, as you might imagine, we tend to lighten things up when we can. So I was joking with a coworker today who asked me if I ever considered leaving my job. Are you kidding, I responded. I start looking for the exit the minute a relationship begins. I was JOKING. But then, of course, the light moment passed, and I was left to wonder about what I had just said. And I replayed another old movie in my head.
When I was a little girl, I was told that someday I might come home from school and no one would be there because all the good people in the world would have been swept up in The Rapture. And that I, no question, would be left behind because (for reasons I am still not clear on) I was not a good girl.
No complaints. The emotional independence that I gained early on, preparing to be left behind, has served me well in many ways. I know where the exit is. I am ready to stand on my own if I have to. But seriously, could I take a few minutes now to relax?