Old friends from NJ were in town for spring break and we had them over on Easter. Since Easter isn't our holiday, (or theirs), we decided to go out for our meal, which wasn't easy as many of the restaurants in town were closed.
Once we were seated with our food orders placed and white sangria in hand, we began to catch up. Over the course of our conversation, my friend asked if I wanted to hear her theory about relationships. She's a social worker by profession and added that this was just her opinion, which I value, as her particular section of social work includes a unique population. My friend has seen a lot.
Her theory goes as follows:
Some people in your life are solid. They are the ones that are there for the good and bad, the ones that you know are your people.
Others, are liquid because they flow in and out. Sometimes they're pooling and still; other times they flow fast and churning and continue straight out to sea, never to be seen again. Still others come and go. They'll stream into your life and they'll flow out again.
And then there's the gas. These people come into your life with a pop and float away, always leaving a trailing odor behind. Sometimes the odor is good, other times, not so much, but the gases are there for a reason, a presence to be remembered.
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Since Sunday I've been thinking about my coaching session last month, realizing that I wanted so much to have an answer and a meaning, I attached myself to an idea that might not be as exact as I originally so desperately wanted believed.
The facts remain:
Shit happens.
Things can and do change on a dime. I sit here six months later, still wondering why and I know that it does me a great disservice to continue along this path of thinking.
Everything is mutable. I've been trying, (and quite ineffectively I might add), to package my sadness away so I can stop feeling and we all know it doesn't work like that.
And while I love the solid-liquid-gas theory, I know that continuing to look for answers outside of myself, outside of my true thoughts and feelings, keeps me stagnant.
The facts remain:
Shit happens.
Things can and do change on a dime. I sit here six months later, still wondering why and I know that it does me a great disservice to continue along this path of thinking.
Everything is mutable. I've been trying, (and quite ineffectively I might add), to package my sadness away so I can stop feeling and we all know it doesn't work like that.
And while I love the solid-liquid-gas theory, I know that continuing to look for answers outside of myself, outside of my true thoughts and feelings, keeps me stagnant.
