Casa

The scene opens in the back seat of an uber. We see Oscar staring out the window in a pensive manner as he travels home. It is Sunday night at around 7pm and the traffic on the 10 freeway is flowing smoothly. His driver Walter isn’t much of talker and that is nice. There is also no music being played, only the sound of navigation app speaking in Spanish. “Toma la proxima salida” the voice says as we get closer to the destination. 

This was last night, and it was like one of those scenes in a movie or a random show where the main character is in some car staring out the window and seeing the city lights while having an introspective moment. Cliché as fuck. We’ve all been there. But here is where this blog post actually begins, the intro was just for dramatic effect. I had very long weekend because of the holiday. It was filled with family, good friends, great food and drinks. It was one of those weekends that you wish didn’t have to end. As a quick side note, the week before Thanksgiving is always a bit difficult because it marks the anniversary of my father’s passing, so it was nice to have a weekend that was full of laughter and happy moments with the people I care about the most. 

But as with all things, it must come to an end. These are all just moments, regardless of whether they are good or bad. It’s cyclical – ebbs and flows right? So even though I had a wonderful past couple of days, it had to come to an end because everything has to return to its normally scheduled programming. And even though I have the next couple of days off, I still have to find ways to be productive and gear up for next year. So, with the ending of the weekend comes a bit of melancholy knowing that you will have to get back to whatever it is that you normally do. And sometimes I’m good about it, but other times (like last night), it left me feeling a bit emo. 

I wrote about this topic a few months back and the fact that I’m writing about it again means that I’m still dealing with it and I haven’t quite cracked the code. And that is perfectly ok. It is just a moment of sadness that eventually passes. It does suck when it happens, because no one wants to feel this way, but you just have to feel it and let it run its course. I spent so much time in the past trying to analyze these feelings and push back on them, but I’ve come to realize that you just have to let them come in and they will leave on their own. That’s if you don’t dwell on them too much. It’s kind of like when you would have relatives visit that you didn’t really like, and they would leave eventually, and things would be back to normal (kind of messed up, but relatable right?). Keeping busy and working on things that would benefit me is what helped me get through it. That’s pretty much it, sounds easy doesn’t it? Not necessarily, but when you keep working at it consistently, you get better at coping. If you are ever feeling that way, just know that it will pass. As always, thanks for reading and have an great rest of the week.