"You gotta know when to hold'em, know when to fold'em, know when to walk away, know when to run... " I love this song. It reminds me of being a kid, and my folks liking country music, and I love that it is one of the few songs (outside of Christmas songs) that I know all the words to and was one of the few songs I sang to my kids as babies.
My mom and I went to the Little White Tea House in Fort Langley yesterday, and for the most part, it was lovely. Maybe the conversation could have been easier at times, but the food was good, and it was good to spend time together, for the most part. I also said the things I needed to say, and I also gained some really important insights along the way. Hence the song. I think we are in a better place as us, and I am in a better place for me. I needed yesterday, even if I didn't think it would be as it was. Reflecting, I feel a few different emotions about it all, but mostly, just moving on. It is high time, and I choose different.
The truth doesn't always set us free, but it does bring a release, and it hopefully can also bring awareness of what is our mess, and what is someone else's mess, and what is your responsibility to deal with. I feel good about where I am at, what I have said, and where my family unit is at as well. It feels good being able to move forward, and I think this will be a turning point to mark things differently. I know my head space is different, and if nothing else, that is the real gift.
This also comes around to other 'gifts'. We are going to do Christmas gifts for the kids, and for us adults, gifts of time. Movies, or fishing, or going to plays. We have enough stuff, but it is the time you spend together that is truly a gift. That or homemade things that are chosen and crafted with love. A little more simple, and less extravagant, and way more flush with meaning.
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