|My granddaughters taking a break at Arlee's Raw Blends in Princeton, NJ|
Oh, hello--remember me. I'm the guy who used to write and post at this blog. Did anyone notice that I had disappeared for a while?
I really hadn't intended on taking such a long break, but vacation and then getting back home got me kind of side tracked. Looking back I realize that I only missed three weeks worth of posting. But in blog years three weeks is like three months. Well, maybe that's not a scientific or realistic assessment, but missing three weeks on this blog seems like a long time to me. Since I started this blog I don't recall ever having missed a scheduled Saturday posting, but then again who's keeping score?
Truth be told, I've fallen into a bit of a blogging slump. Vacation can do that sometimes. To me at least this happens. For that matter, many of the highs in my life have been followed by a plunge into a sort of depth of not anything that I'd classify as clinical depression, but a sort of down feeling nevertheless. This is probably a natural reaction for most if not all of us and that depressed state of mind makes sense--one day life is filled with excitement and happy times and then suddenly it's all over. You're left with a sort of emptiness that memories can't quite fill.
As the saying goes, "All good things must come to and end." Fortunately that is the case for bad things too. All things come to an end, or perhaps a transition point might be a more apt way to view the sequence of the ups and downs of life. "Life goes on" to use another cliche, but it's also a truism because life just keeps going without regard to our feelings.
As I reflect on my life in general, I think back to the most fun times of my life. I remember much about the good times, but only a vague memory of how I felt after those good times had ended. I recall feeling down, but not many details about what that down feeling encompassed in its totality.
There were the times after Christmas, Halloween, or other special events. Or a visit by favorite relatives or someone else who was special. The build-up of the anticipation of a big event instilled a sense of optimism and excitement. When the event arrived the excitement peaked. And then it was all over with little to do but carry out the trash and clean the house. Maybe there'd be some photos or videos that had captured the happy time, but often these mementos of the past are memories more melancholy than uplifting in any immediate tangible way. I'd never want to give up the those memories that I can look at, but they make a rather weak substitute for being able to exist in that actual moment in time.
After our vacation trip I spent a couple days unloading the van and even longer actually unpacking suitcases and putting things away. Some of the boxes and a couple of the empty suitcases still remain where we left them. My wife started back to work while I'm trying to get back into some sort of normal routine here at home.
The miles of driving are behind us and those we visited are back to doing the things they normally do. In a way it all seems like a dream to me. There are memories of the things I did, but they almost don't even seem real. What am I going to do now? Things just seem kind of blasé now. I know it will all be normal soon, but this time around the normalcy is coming around slower. Of course, the vacation was much longer than any I'd taken before. I guess that counts for something.
When I was in sixth grade living in San Diego, the kids in our grade took a week long trip to camp. It was the first time I'd ever been away from home without my parents being with me. Distanced from the normalcy of my family, on this school excursion I was now in the constant company of school mates, our chaperones, and the camp staff. This was a new and exciting adventure for me.
That week was one of the most fun of my childhood. The activities kept us occupied throughout the day right up to the time we went to bed in our dormitories. I'd never been in a situation of that nature in my life and I didn't want it to end. I didn't even miss home. Then it did end and we went home. Riding home on the bus I sadly gazed out the window as the previous week paraded by in my mind.
For days afterward I glumly wandered about the house thinking back on the camp experience. I made up sentimental songs about being at camp and sang them to myself. I was very sad for awhile. And then I was kind of sad for a few more days and then life just took over again and kept on going and was the same as it ever was. And that was okay because that's the way life is.
Do you fall into a low state after the highs of life have passed by? For you, what is the worst part about ending a vacation? Can you recall a time in the past when you felt especially down after something fun had ended?