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Joy: From the Ground Up

A Trip Takes Us July 27, 2014

Filed under: Man's Best Friend — Wiley Schmidt @ 8:52 pm

It’s kind of like a duvet cover. Or tennis shoes. Or clothes. These are some of the people things in life I can’t say I’ve ever fully understood. But alas, they are commonplace in my forever home (and homes throughout my beloved United States of America I presume), so I have come to know these items as part of normalcy. Wiley Car Ride

Then there’s the emotional things. Like when mom was pregnant and would cry at the drop of a hat (which, if I’m being honest hasn’t changed very much). Or when dad compulsively trades things (I think he’s owned about 32 softball bats since he got back into the game about a year ago).

Or like last night. When dear auntie Morgan met up with her ex-boyfriend of quite a few years for closure. Nothing at all about that made sense to me. To me, it sounded like an accident waiting for a place to happen. To me, it sounded like a disaster. To me, it sounded like heartbreak. None of these things are anything I would ever wish on a loved one.

But it happened nonetheless, and I while I am surprised by the outcome I am even more surprised by the lesson that outcome has brought into my heart. Closure. From the ground up, it’s something I’ve never really experienced firstpaw. I didn’t get to say goodbye to my birth mom and brothers the fateful day I lost them. I didn’t get to give a farewell snuggle to dear little Jo before the man with the leather belt abandoned me on the side of the road. I’ve had issues with things coming to an end before I get to accept they have.

So when I heard about this whole closure thing, I was wary. I didn’t want her to get hurt taking a swing at something that has in my life never even been an option. But she swung anyway and apparently it was a worthwhile effort. Which makes me think maybe there is something to this whole idea of closure. I suppose the words of American author John Steinbeck ring true in this (and many) cases.

“A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless,” suggested Steinbeck. “We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.”

From duvet covers to the latest fashions, I know there are a lot of things I deem unnecessary in life. But when it comes to the importance of closure, maybe I’ve been missing out all these years. And, if so, I chose today to fix that. Today I accept the things I cannot change and embrace the future without the burden of things past. Because this trip has taken me and I have nothing left to do but enjoy the ride.


3 Responses to “A Trip Takes Us”

  1. kiwiskan Says:

    Speaking of journeys and rides, we like to take Bert to exciting places like the beach for a good run, but he was getting our little car filthy so we brought a large traveling crate for him. It’s big enough to lie stretched out and has a lovely soft mattress in it. But Bert is cross about it. He thinks he should have full run of the car all the time! I guess he’ll just have to get used to the compromise.

  2. I’m also not usually a fan of closure. I’m more a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. It sounds like it worked for Auntie Morgan, though. Life is full of surprises! I’m glad I have you to share them with, W.

    Love and licks,

  3. Lyn Says:

    Knowing how much you love Aunt Morgan, I’m so glad things worked out for her. Closure can be good – sometimes. One of the weirdest “closures” I experience was when my first boyfriend broke up with me. I was seventeen and way too young to be dating – he was much older. We’d been going out for a little over a year and one night when he was leaving, he said he wouldn’t be back. I thought I’d be really upset, but when I walked inside, the song playing on the radio was Tom Jones singing, “Please release me.” For some reason, the irony of the situation gave me the giggles. That’s the sort of closure I like 🙂

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