This weekend marks the “summer solstice” and the American Holiday known as “Father’s Day.”
A change of seasons always inspires me. It signals a fresh start, a new beginning, something new to look forward to.
As we move toward high summer, I’m inspired to take a long, hard look at the here and now, before contemplating a new season and a fresh start. Before I can begin anything new there are some loose ends that need tying up.
First there is the “blogging” thing. It’s been almost a year since Contentment Cottage has been anything but
Writing, honestly, about what’s been going on around here has become a chore of major proportions.
1. A specific piece of work required to be done as a duty
That’s so.o.o.o NOT good.
Blogging is supposed to be joyful and fulfilling….not a chore. However, I think the problem, as Captain Jack Sparrow once said, “is not a problem, but my attitude about the problem.” The solution to that would be a new, fresh attitude. In order to develop a new and fresh attitude it will be necessary to let go of a few negatives, and
1. Quit worrying about how many people read what is posted here.
2. Quit worrying about who is reading what is posted here. And
3. Quit worrying about how the posts are interpreted by those who read them.
After a couple of “I read what you wrote, and you’re wrong.., or it’s not real….” conversations with people who were supposed to be “family” I started filtering everything through my insecurities. THAT HAS TO STOP.
That brings me to the “Father’s Day” thing.
And that brings me back to sadly neglected.
It is my sincere prayer that this Father’s Day is nothing like last year.
I’m not into recording negatives unless there is a complete turn around and restoration in a situation that started out so negatively. There’s no point in holding on to the hurts and slights of the past. I’m a firm believer in “letting go.” My foundational philosophy is “forgive and forget.” Moving on is the only way to get where you’re going. But…I would absolutely hate to see my precious husband have to endure another brutal rejection similar to last year’s exchange with his younger son. After it was all said and done, after a few days of grief, he told me “it was the WORST day EVER!”
There has been no turn around. No restoration. No forgiveness. No olive branch offered. And, reconciliation doesn’t seem likely. So, we are left with no alternative other than forgive, forget and MOVE ON. I just wish we could skip over Father’s Day this year. It’s a bit too soon, and the wound is still a bit too tender.
As a parting thought, I would like to say, “If you wanted to hurt your Father and get even with him for not meeting your childhood expectations…congratulations. You have succeeded abundantly. Happy Father’s Day son.”
Now…with those loose ends tied up, I can move on to a new season and a new beginning.