14 Days of Reflection: Episode 7 – Back to Life, Back to Reality
An interpretive self-portrait. “Blue Marble” photo courtesy of NASA, 1972.
I returned to work from a surreal, blissful weekend with a cold.
My nose burns, my bones ache.
Truth is, there’s something grounding or reassuring about the reality: mucous and all. In between the hugs and back-slapping, the retelling of the play-by-play, the flicking through photos, in between was DayQuil. Sneezing. My coworkers. Meetings. Phone calls and emails that had nothing to do with getting engaged, the meaning of existence, or love.
And this is good! This means that what happened last weekend wasn’t a dream (some day, incidentally, I’ll tell you about my dream, the first night of Gabi and my getaway, wherein a family of four including two adolescents moved into the vacation house). The weekend was a gift, a time to be removed from the troubles of the world and float in a temporary paradise.
Today was the second part of the gift: the realization that you get to keep it.
Red, white and grey seersucker? Pants and matching jacket? Yes!
On the other hand, when the party’s over, it’s time for a plain, white T.
It’s good to come home.