The balance
I was up most of the evening last night. I think that I finally drifted off to dreamland around 3AM…which means that I got a total of 2.5 hours of sleep.
Work has been really good lately…and I really like Tim, the new boss. He has amazing ideas and seems to be incredibly gifted in this industry. Nothing against Mike…but Tim is da man! I seem to be working all of the time, though. For instance….yesterday I got to work at 7AM and I didn’t leave until 5PM…not too bad….but then I had a pseudo business dinner with Tim and Mike and I didn’t get home until 7:15 or so. I do this more and more. I love my job…but I constantly feel as if it overwhelms the rest of my life. I forget things sometimes….things and people.
I live my life on a complete schedule…wake up, shower, brush teeth, etc…all at the same time everyday….I guess I don’t really allow a lot of room for change to interfere with my predictability. I don’t like surprises. I never have. I feel bruised by them. When things out of the ordinary happen…I don’t react well.
So, maybe I shouldn’t talk about it, maybe I should, I have battled with this decision all day….last night Sarah’s sister was found dead. They are pretty sure that it was a suicide, and that it had probably happened a few days before her father actually found her. For those who know Sarah…her family has always suffered through tragic events. When she called last night, my immediate reaction to hearing the news of Krystee’s passing was, “Thank God — she has suffered enough” — I have no opinion on suicide other than the fact that it makes me sad. Not angry, not self-righteous, just sad. I had this overwhelming feeling of relief wash over me…is it callous? Is it? I just was so glad that this pain had finally subsided.
Knowing Sarah and her family for as long as I have….this is going to be extremely difficult…even more so, I believe, considering their history. If you are the prayin’ kind…pray for them. I fear that the water is rising a bit too high.
I will be at the funeral next week. I will be there for Sarah. That’s what we do. I was thinking about a story that I could tell on the blog about Krystee…there are plenty to choose from, though most don’t display her kindness, only her sadness. About a year ago, Sarah got married, and for the previous 6 months before the nuptials, I was a wreck. This wedding affected me more than any other that I had been part of. I was crying and laughing all the time. I was manic and subdued. I was terrified. She was married in the Temple and I remember standing outside trying not to sob. Later on, at the reception, I began to get REALLY emotional…something that I am not very good at. Krystee asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. It was extremely hot and we were both sweating profusely. We spent thirty minutes walking and talking and smoking. She told me funny stories about Steve, Sarah’s better half. We laughed about the gomers that Sarah used to date. She told me about how happy she was for her sister and how she hoped that one day she would be loved like that. I was still pretty manic….but that was a definite significant “moment” in my life. Someone truly believing that everything would be ok. That helped.
I would ask that you take a few moments and reflect today about what you really love and what your daily struggles are. Acknowledge these issues and release them, if it can be done. Be kind and generous…but always stay true to who you really are…if not, you wind up lost, and for some, may never be found. Keep looking forward to great things on the horizon (for me, it will be a weekend surrounded by friends).
I am going to leave it there today…not much more I want to say about this for now.


