When you hold a book up next to your face on video; a book on surrender, and you tell all of your readers how you’re committing, to the best of your ability, to live your life that way — to let the “Hand of Life” call all the shots—said life immediately turns into a three-ring traveling shitshow and you end up canceling your Italian motorcycle vacation at the last-minute.
Yep. So that’s how I spent my Saturday. Canceling plane reservations, hotel rooms and motorcycle rentals.
It was the next logical step. All hell was breaking loose on several of my husband’s construction jobs and we couldn’t in good conscience, just leave town.
Arrivederci! See ya in two weeks!
Yeah, not gonna happen.
I saw it coming, (if i’m honest with myself; which I almost never am), about three weeks ago.
Everything that could go wrong—did.
But you know how you’ve made deposits—both financially and emotionally? Ones that you just can’t bring yourself to give up?
So we stayed the course until there was flaming hair, crying and name-calling (those were his clients, not me), and ended up canceling at the worst possible time. The last-minute.
So. What would I do differently, if I had it to do over again?
That’s just it. Nothing.
I called bullshit every step of the way. You know, like a good wife does.
My French husband, bucking the stereotype, refused to surrender.
Alas, there are two of us in this couple, and he sincerely thought he could make things right before our departure date. He is a magician after all, always pulling rabbits out of hats.
But as that date drew near, “The Hand of Life”, depending on where you were standing, either made the decision easier for us—or gave us the finger.
It’s still too soon to tell.
I can honestly say that at this very moment I’m not disappointed in the least. (Check with me in a week when I should be lounging on the Amalfi coast, tanned, drunk, and being attended to by a handsome waiter named Marco.)
Surrender. Who in the hell said this was a good way to live? Oh yeah, that would be me.
So you guys, here’s what I learned from this:
All the sleepless nights;
All the 3 a.m. walks around the block to clear his head;
All the angst filled conversations;
All the lists of pro’s and con’s;
All the endless vacillating.
All of that misery came from fighting the inevitable.
And after the surrender came a tiny nugget of a gift. Instead of disappoint; I feel peace. (I’m not sure my partner’s there yet. He still has a lot of magic to perform).
Carry on,
xox
