Nothing is Perfect
Happy Father’s Day. For all who are fathers or have present and past relationships with your fathers, only you know how best to honor what you’re experiencing. And, for those who do not have relationships with your dads, or who have complicated relationships, take care of yourselves. That’s all I’ll say about that.
I was preoccupied this past week with a few things that didn’t quite work out the way I would have liked. You know when you hear people say, “I don’t like to complain,” and then they’re off and running with their objections? I am not that person. I actually like to complain. Truthfully it’s more that I feel compelled to complain, than that I like it, out and out. I tend to be very particular and even when things are going really well, I’m apt to find the fly in the ointment.
We returned from a vacation upstate. Going up, the ride was beautiful once we got into Upper Westchester County. We took backroads after we hit Sullivan County. It’s refreshing to see open spaces, green meadows. I am so fortunate to get away. I know that, and I really appreciate it. As a city girl, being in the country is literally a breath of fresh air. I am grateful for a life in the city with these short breaks away from the metropolis.
Social Media posts can seem like someone else is living the good life. Usually the whole story is that some of it is very good, some not-so-much. It is often the moral of romances, inspirational tales and toxic positivity that we should just be grateful. We should only count our blessings. Yet, denying what didn’t go well only leaves me stressed and resentful. On this occasion, when I’m able to admit that it wasn’t the right rental for us, or that the rain put a damper on hiking, even if I did get the rest I needed, I find relief. Things don’t have to be all good or all bad. In fact, they rarely are. Those are the exceptions. In life good things have aspects that may not be pleasing. So, yes, I will complain, just to name it. Ultimately so I don’t hang onto it. Though admittedly, some displeasures stick with me long after the experience. Not so for this short reprieve. We went, we took advantage of the outdoors, and we appreciated the scenery. Past that, I am relieved to be home. Perhaps Airbnb’s aren’t for me. Or perhaps this one wasn’t for me. Either way, I complained and now I’m moving on.
- Allow yourself to complain about the things that you don’t like. It can be a great relief just to name them
- Hydrate. If water isn’t your thing, try adding fresh herbs to give the water a full flavor. Or try something like True Lemon, Lime or Orange for a fruity finish.
- Give your tired feet a massage.