While driving along last week, out of nowhere, the Cat Daddy said, "Look at it this way--at least God still hasn't sent you to Minot."
At first I tried really hard to agree and said "True, and it looks like he probably won't either; wow I'm so thankful," but the more I thought about it the more it bothered me. Wanna know what my true, inner, gut-level response was that followed?
"Cat Daddy, that's like saying 'Look at it this way--at least God hasn't given you tuberculosis yet.'"
Did I mention I'm not in the best of emotional places at the moment?
I dunno. Of course I'm grateful for the things I have. I'm grateful for the good things about where we live, and the fact that I don't have a particularly harsh respiratory illness.
And let me say that the Cat Daddy was entirely well meaning. His statement normally wouldn't make me bat an eye, except for our current timing with having just moved and all.
It just seems to me that I'm in that place where I need to grieve the things we've left, gained, and left this past year, so that I can move on to accepting what's here and even find things to be excited about. My perspective is a bit skewed at the moment, but that does tend to happen when we move. The good thing is that it tends to work itself out over the next few weeks, months, etc. If I try to strongarm myself into seeing things a certain way, I might miss out on what really is. So I prefer to let it ride for the time being.
But hey, at least I don't have tuberculosis...