Saturday night we had the pleasure of spending the afternoon and evening with just our teenage son as our daughter was at a friend’s house. Since it was just the three of us, we were trying to decide what we wanted to do that we normally don’t do when the whole family is together. As our daughter is not the biggest bowling fan, we chose to go bowling.
At the alley, the lanes were illuminated with black lights and modern music was playing in the background. Music videos were streaming on the projection streams and you could smell pizza wafting through the air. Our white, red and blue bowling shoes were glowing, as was the white parts of my t-shirt. The ball return was filled with bright colored bowling balls, clanging together each time a ball is returned through the chute. After spending a few minutes deciding on what names we were going to use on the display, we went with Adam, Belle and Clover, ABC. We set up the game and started to play. We all have varying levels of skill when it comes to bowling. I am not nearly as good as I was in my youth when I was on a league with my step-father. But none-the-less, you can still have an enjoyable time even if you are throwing gutter balls. At one point I decided at the last minute not to release the ball, my footing just wasn’t right, and boy did I monkey with my elbow. Bowling has been a challenge since I had an ulnar nerve transposition on my right elbow in 2012. (that’s a fancy word for having my “funny bone moved from one location in my elbow area to another)
My spouse was the person that brought his “A” game and was killing us with several strikes and spares. By the second game, our son was totally on point and he was throwing strikes and spares as well while putting this incredible spin on the ball. Although I had one strike, I was not the winner, but in a way, I was a winner.
As we were engaged in the process of the game, I was in the moment. I was taking in the environment, the sounds, the scenery. I was enjoying the time I was spending with the most important men in my life. I was also recollecting on what a better place I am then I had been in the past. Not so long ago I was in a place where to do anything greater than opening my eyes while still laying in bed was agonizing. I was miserable every second of my days. All I wanted to do was to stay in bed and mentally hope that the dark and dreariness would just go away.
But now is a different story. I can engage in activities and enjoy what I am doing. I laugh and giggle and bring my sarcastic sense of humor to the table. I am engaging, and I am happy, some days more than others, but I am just in this wonderful place! (Amazing what happens when you take all your medication, and work against the sidetracking side effects that have been thwarting your previous progress)
It took a while to get here, but my doctors did tell me I would get to a place that life would be good, and they were apparently right and knew what they were talking about. When I have a down day, as those come now and again, I remind myself that this is temporary, that the clouds will subside, and the sun will come out, figuratively and on some days literally (I struggle on grey and cloudy days). I always remind myself that the tough times will pass and to embrace the good times, to soak them up and to not spend time worrying over how long the grey days will be here.
May your Monday be blessed and may you find at least one thing in the day that brings a smile to your face and lightness and happiness to your heart.