Have you ever been to a point where you just want to walk (run) out the door? Or you seriously tell yourself life would be easier if you could just leave? Or break up? Get divorced? Quit? Or run as far away as you can from wherever you’re standing? Heck, how about running back in time?
Remember that Calgon commercial from the 1970’s? Calgon promised it would take away your stress and pamper you in a bath of luxury.
The point is that sometimes we want a do-over. We know in our hearts that running away won’t solve anything. It won’t take away our illness, or our debt, or whatever our current situation is. But in our minds, crap, where would we go?!! The possibilities are endless!
Some days I actually think about going to Maine and starting over. I think about my life at the ocean, wind in my hair, sand in my face… green flies biting the crap out of my arms. But at least it’s not here, you know what I mean? In those 5 minutes of blissful thoughts I get a little time-out.
Walking down the street is good enough sometimes. Heck, just grabbing a magazine or your favorite book is all that’s needed to take you away.
Do you remember your mother’s words about “putting on your big girl panties” “this too shall pass” “it’s not as bad as you think” “girl, if you think this is rough… you got a tough life ahead of you” “if I could make it all go away Helena, don’t you think I would?”
Before my mom passed away I asked her, “when does it all end mom?” She responded, “when you’re dead Helena.” How’s that for a little reality check? You would think once your kids got to a certain point… or your marriage lasted over 20 years… or when you retired… or survived cancer. But my mom was right. Your wanting to run away is a forever fantasy.
In my opinion, as a woman, we are caregivers by nature. Ok, some of us are not as caring as others, but genetically speaking, we take care of everyone. Of everything. We are the glue that holds our world together.
But somedays we just can’t DO. We are done. Out of pocket. Bag is packed and ready by the front door. Who are we? How did we get here? It was just last year when we said, “I do.” And only yesterday when our kids were born.
This yearning of wanting to run away is worldwide amongst us greyfeathers women. I was speaking with my husband’s 33 year old cousin from Italy. She told me her mother used to always say she was going to run away. I remember my mother peeling out of the driveway some days when I was a teenager, and my father would say, “what’s gotten into her?” Looking back now, as my mother’s age, my father was clueless. Mom was stressed! One day about 10 years ago, my daughter and I were in the car going to pick up dinner. I said to her, “Honey, how about just you and me run away together, like a little adventure for maybe just a day?” She said, “Let’s go!”
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