Monthly Archives: July 2012

My Life Is Sweet

This summer I have made a concerted effort to organize my life enough to be able to spend Fridays at the beach* with the kids. This may seem easy to some, but for me, it requires a special effort to handle my OCD tendencies and actually get out of the house on a timely basis. Last Friday, we were finally on our way at about 2pm (after cleaning the house top to bottom, getting all the laundry put away, getting my mother squared away, and a picnic dinner packed into the van), with just one scheduled stop on the way. I knew it would be a somewhat abbreviated beach day, as there were thunderstorms on the radar, bearing down on our little berg.

The scheduled stop was to drop off packages to Josh so he could ship them for me. While sitting in the van waiting for him to come out of his office, a friend of mine appeared with her 3 kids in tow, obviously there to visit her husband James (who works with my Josh). We exchanged pleasantries, as she inquired if we were going out to the lake, and then she said “I wish I had your life!”

I smiled as we said our goodbyes and went on about the day. But, I have to admit that her exclamation stuck with me. What did she see that was to be envied? Certainly, in my blackest moments I would not wish my life on my worst enemy (this phrase gave me pause, do I have enemies? Sadly, I admit that I do). I’ve recently been struggling through a bout of depression, and despite my efforts to be a positive force, an agent of change, I heard the [not-so little] voice as it started in with “why on Earth would anyone want YOUR life?”…

So, I spent the rest of the afternoon musing, is my life (with all it’s challenges) enviable? Some part of me wanted to say no, wanted to wallow in the pit, to fall headlong into the abyss. Oh, poor wretched creature.

But the longer I thought about it, turning the idea over in my head, examining all sides, I began to see that the majority of me was quietly content. My life is sweet, my life is full.

I would have left this entire topic alone, except that the words came back to me this morning. I became aware of them running in my head as I lay in bed, next to my best friend, my true soul mate, my love and life. Here I am, safe and sound. My kids are all safe and healthy.

I am most blessed.

The song Life is Sweet, by Natalie Merchant (of 10,000 Maniacs) comes to me:

It’s a pity, it’s a crying shame
Who pulled you down again?
How painful it must be
To bruise so easily inside
It’s a pity, it’s a downright crime
It happens all the time
You want to stay little daddy’s girl
You want to hide from the vicious world outside
Don’t cry, you know the tears will do no good
So dry your eyes
Oh, your daddy, he’s the iron man
Battleship wrecked on dry land
Your mamma she’s a bitter bride
She’ll never be satisfied, you know
And that’s not right.
But don’t cry, you know the tears will do no good
So dry your eyes
Oh, they told you life is hard
Misery from the start,
It’s dull, it’s slow, it’s painful
But I tell you life is sweet
In spite of the misery
There’s so much more, be grateful
Well, who do you believe
Who will you listen to
Who will it be
‘Cause it’s high time that you decide
In your own mind
I’ve tried to comfort you
I’ve tried to tell you to be patient
They are blind, and they can’t see
Fortune gonna come one day
They’re all gonna fade away
Your daddy the war machine
And your momma the long and suffering
Prisoner of what she cannot see
For they told you life is hard
Misery from the start,
It’s dull, it’s slow, it’s painful
But I tell you life is sweet
In spite of the misery
There’s so much more, be grateful
So, who will you believe
Who will you listen to
Who will it be
‘Cause it’s high time that you decide
It’s time to make up your own
Your own state of mind
Oh they told you life is long
Be thankful when it’s done
Don’t ask for more, be grateful
But I tell you life is short
Be thankful because
Before you know it
It will be over
‘Cause life is sweet, life is also very short
Life is sweet and life is also very short
Life is sweet

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