2002-10-17 - 8:53 a.m.
GET UP AND GO
The body is back, albeit with some aches. The mind is back although a wee bit unfocused. I can speak passionately again. I’ve even gotten some work done from home. Yet something is missing. I’m content to stay here. I’ve lost my restlessness. My get-up-and-go is hiding.
Mr. Philately thinks I’m going to have to kick-start it. He’s even offered to supply the kick. Better his kick than Day-Hay’s. Taekwondo has given that child quite a kick. Besides, he’ll get me going for something interesting or fun. She’ll send me off to Kohl’s to get her new boots. I don’t begrudge her the new boots. She needs them because she’s gone through the heel of the old ones. Still, my get-up-and-go could find better lures than getting Day-Hay boots.
Strange, I’m not sure I generally think of my restlessness as good. The restlessness does supply the energy for girl scouts, for school board, for a high-stress job, and for involvement in many parts of our family life. Often, though, the restlessness gets in the way of feeling calm and contentment. There’s always another problem to try to solve. There’s always another button to button and another zipper to zip.
I come by the restlessness honestly. My mother once commented that my father and his family rarely can sit still. When there’s been a death in the family (as there has been this week), Jewish custom calls for sitting shiva. After the funeral, the family sits at someone’s home and receives visitors for several days. At shiva, my uncles, my grandfather, and my father always reached the point where they needed to go out for a walk. They craved movement. They were restless.
Although my grandfather once commented that his father left the old country where he could not make a living and moved to this country where he could not make a living, perhaps it was restlessness that got them here. Goodness knows my great-aunts Sarah and Rose had enough energy for an entire boatload of people. I’m not quite as energetic as they were but I’ve never been much for cocooning.
So, the inertia has to go. My get-up-and-go is playing hide-and-seek and it’s time to find it—before I have to note that my get-up-and-go has gone up and went for good.
LAST YEAR: Why Me?
LAST FIVE ENTRIES:
Second Mothers
Nice
Fog
The Waterworks Factory
Receiving
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