Dropping Shoes

 Sometimes it feels like we are just waiting for the next shoe to drop. The next sick parent, or worried kid, or angry email from the stratosphere. The sunny day when the dog has to be rushed to the vet. The quiet night when just as you are drifting off, you hear a kid vomit.

Maybe that’s being an adult, a constant obstacle course of averted and non averted crises. 

My therapist tells me that I have to learn that life is taking the good with the bad. That things will be good and bad at the same time. It seems so simple but it blew my hair back. As a kid everything is pretty good. Bad moments come up. Sometimes you stuff them away till later, but for the most part, all is well. You might get yelled at or grounded or have to write papers about copper for your mom. Maybe that was just me. But as a kid, you’re good. 

I think for a while I kept my head in the sand. Closing my eyes to any stress. Now I have Rob. He pulled me out of the sand and I can see all this goodness. Sometimes I also see the scary shit. Only he is there with me. Standing in front, walking first into whatever dark room we have to get through.