"We interrupt this episode of Days of Our Lives to bring you a message from our sponsor."
I heard this a lot when I was a kid. My grandfather was addicted to soaps. Game shows and soaps. At least for the 9 years that I spent with him. I'm sure his younger days were filled with providing for 6 kids and a wife, but his later years were about golf, tv, and lawn care. I used to sit on the arm of his chair and watch the Days of Our Lives hourglass and marvel at the 80's hair. I didn't understand a word of it. I only knew that it was boring. All that "drama" looked like a bunch of hyped up people worrying about nothing. After 10 minutes or so, I usually ran into the kitchen or utility room to see what my grandmother was up to. Drama, even at 5-8 years old, I knew I didn't need it.
Recently, I tried something new. I refused to give the drama in my life any attention. I didn't ignore it, I just refused to give it power. I simply hopped up off the arm of the burka lounger and went to see what was happening elsewhere in my life. I fed it some analysis, but no anxiety. I gave it a little room, but not the whole house.
The lesson for me was that I don't have to get caught up if I don't want to. I can choose to sit there and be a part of the drama or I can get up and move on.
This should by no means be interpreted as commentary on how my two grandparents lived their lives. My points are completely unrelated, sort of, except that my grandfather continues to shape my thoughts and my life.
Recently, I tried something new. I refused to give the drama in my life any attention. I didn't ignore it, I just refused to give it power. I simply hopped up off the arm of the burka lounger and went to see what was happening elsewhere in my life. I fed it some analysis, but no anxiety. I gave it a little room, but not the whole house.
The lesson for me was that I don't have to get caught up if I don't want to. I can choose to sit there and be a part of the drama or I can get up and move on.
This should by no means be interpreted as commentary on how my two grandparents lived their lives. My points are completely unrelated, sort of, except that my grandfather continues to shape my thoughts and my life.
2 comments:
Yeah but. Press your luck was the BOMB!!!!!
NO WHAMMIES!!!!
I spent a lot of time on the arm of that chair too. Dad occasionally would let me slurp the foam off his glass of beer. He also let me comb his hair; I knew him when he had hair. I'm glad you have good memories of him and that he can still have an effect on your life. I miss him.
Haddy's Mom
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