New York Minute
I’ll be ready in a New York Minute. I’m not sure what that is, but some people can be ready and out the door really fast.
I’ve been to New York once. I have no desire to ever go again. I’m not dissing NewYork, it’s just not my thing. People there were rude to us, the people in our group. Someone told me it’s not personal, it’s just their way. It’s how they are with everyone.
Things are fast there. People walk fast, eat fast in restaurants. Many stand up to eat. They talk like the weather people on TV, fast, as they have maybe one minute to predict a week’s worth of weather.
I have met people from New York. They were friendly and caring, even though they talked fast and walked fast. If I wanted to say anything, I had to hurl myself into the conversation. They didn’t even notice.
I would have a great deal of difficulty doing anything in a New York Minute now. To make a decision may take days. My spouse, who died 18 months ago, could assess and make a decision right now, while teasing me that if anyone asked me a question, it would take me five minutes to respond. I have to think over my reply first.
I don’t have the benefit of a New York Minute in my house anymore.
I do have rules by which I live. Christmas decorations have to be up right after Thanksgiving and down before New Year’s Day.
I have the decorations down. Some have been retired to their boxes. There are still three reindeer to be tucked away. I haven’t decided what to do about them. I took days to re-string lights on them. There is no way they can be folded back into their boxes with the new lights attached, so my dilemma is whether to strip the lights and put them in new boxes or dispose of them.
No decisions are made in a New York Minute. Nor are there fast outcomes.
My house is old and needs some major work done. I couldn’t do it during my spouse's illness as it would have been too disruptive.
Should I do it now?
When I make a major change, it’s like my spouse's death all over again.
I rearranged the furniture in the great room area. I can no longer picture seeing my love sitting in that chair. It is a big trigger that brings grief.
I have to remember, grief has its own timeline.
Recovery and re-entry into living doesn’t happen in a New York Minute.
Contemplation: What in life is so important it has to be done in a New York Minute?
Let me know how you are doing. I care.
Sincerely,
Lynn Brooke
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