Random Thoughts

The Prodigal Son Returns

He’s back.  He came home via the train from New York to Florida.  Yep, boy howdy, he is back.  The dishes are piling up again, a weird smell is coming from his bedroom and my grocery bill went up $100 a week.

BUT, I am getting “I love you’s”, hugs and the garbage is mysteriously going outside.  I know it has only been 5 months since he left, but he has changed so much.  He is more appreciative, loving and helpful. I am sure I am in a remake of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Life lessons are always fun at that age.  Some you learn quicker and some VERY slowly.  Heck, I am still learning life lessons every day.  I think one of the biggest life lessons I learned – EVER – was not to rely on other people for my happiness.  Wow, did this one come with a kick in the ass.

I think that everyone looks to others for some sort of happiness but I really believe the only way to find it is within yourself.  I have gone through days, heck months, of feeling like crap.  Now you may ask “how do you get out of a funk”?  Well….   I’d like to say it is the same for everyone but I rely on comedies and time.  I once binge watched friends for two weeks during a really hard time in my life.  Oh, and I drank a lot of wine.  Not condoning that as a way of healing up. lol. The saying of time is a healer, that I believe.

Laughing for me is one of my biggest healers. It always makes me stop thinking about about my own problems.  Nothing good ever comes from stress, unless you like ulcers and diarrhea?  Then my bad. I think that stopping to think about how to help someone else is also very healing.  Stopping that self absorption.  Heck, this time of year there are so many volunteer options.  Get up off your couch and lend a hand.

My son is just now learning how to cope with the negatives of life. I don’t envy him this journey nor do I envy the age he is doing it at.  But I am proud of him.  He is capable of this and so many other things. What am I doing to help him?  Exactly what I always do listen to him and guide him the best I can. Or give him really sarcastic advice.

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