Coming Back Around
I really hate to be that chipper, cheerful, “Look at the sunny side of life,” kinda girl. In fact, it makes me want to flog myself for it. I’m much funnier when I’m wry and cynical. But amazing things have been happening to me recently and I’m not sure why. I suppose the smarter side of myself says, “Katie…what the hell? Why are you questioning it?” But, you know, I like to live on the wild and stupid side. So let’s dig in…
The goodness, I’m finding, is in the universal return. Like Mars in retrograde, stuff keeps coming back to me at the right time, in the right place. I’m making myself sick with my own giddyness about it. “Like what?” you say, “Katie. What is mystically on the return?”
Like:
1. Chez and Patrick with whom I now share an office. Previously I thought that would be a productive space. Today, Patrick and I proved that it probably won’t be…academically speaking…but it was great. My return to the sociology department is the return I was looking for. Weird. Couldn’t have seen that coming.
2. Katie and Andy visited on Tuesday. For Katie, it was a return to Chicago. It was glorious. For Andy, it was not a return, but he didn’t seem to have a horrible time, so maybe someday he will return. Either way, though, it was wonderful. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time…with adults who appreciate Harry Potter like I do.
3. Friday we returned to Book Club. Another fantastic time.
4. A little bit of my zest for sociology has returned. It feels right again when for a long time it did not.
5. I returned about 79423874 library books last week. Literally a weight off my shoulders. Also means…I read them. Another weight off my shoulders.
6. Fall is returning. This past week I literally curled up under my down blanket, had a beer (the RETURN of Goose Island Harvest Ale), and watched football.
I could go on but I’m getting nauseous. Bottom line, the returns are so celebratory because it means I’ve been given a reprieve from waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting. I guess I want to ask why…what changed? Was it me? Or the Universe? And how do I keep this table turned in my direction?
But, you know…questions are stupid right now. I’m just going to go sleep while I can because with returns, here’s the thing: everything returns. Even waiting.