Driving home from the city Saturday night my thoughts fell into bubbles.
No, not of the soap, gum or bath kind.
These bubbles were all about the worlds we live in, or created for ourselves.
Bubbles keep us comfortable.
Protect us against overwhelm.
Bring hyper-awareness to what’s inside.
And for the good or bad,
allow us to continue holding stories to see the world a particular way whether true or not.
Bubbles allow us to believe in a reality that doesn’t exist.
Except for ourselves, and sometimes a few others.
In order to see reality for what it is, there’s no getting around bubbles need to be burst.
That’s exactly what happened last week.
When my dad died in an accident thirteen years ago, he became frozen in time at 67.
Fourteen years earlier from that, cancer turned Mom eternally 49.
Aging parents weren’t part of my world anymore.
Understand and empathize for sure.
But not from living front line trenches experience, always remaining at least once removed from the goings on.
Saturday, however, was a game changer visiting our now elderly old neighbors who over 20 years who have become more like family.
Far too many weeks filled with intentions to call or visit slipped quietly into months.
Yeah, we should have called, but life got in the way.
I was too busy caught up in keeping what was important in my little world the centre of attention.
For as much as the stresses of caring for an ill aging partner could be imagined,
or the frustrations of being the ill aging partner,
seeing both in action was a moment of
This. is. reality.
The reality of so many others.
And could have been mine directly.
My parents would have been closing in on this old now.
Day in and day out is what love looks like in action, but the toll is no less hard.
Distance was a kind bubble I allowed to happen.
Being told everything is okay, doesn’t make it so.
I didn’t hear.
I did, but I didn’t.
Growth and change can emerge from regret, but getting stuck happens too easily with guilt.
I could have been there.
Nothing in my world came close to being as critical.
Not in hindsight.
Time is short, and even shorter now.
Bubbles are great.
Until they keep us apart.
Keep us from seeing what is rather than what we want it to be.
Life outside the bubble gets a little messy and inconvenient at times.
But without the false walls, Life also gets deeper and richer in ways we could not know otherwise.
Have you ever experienced being in a bubble around an aspect of your life?
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chief nudging officer
Crazy for cats and potatoes, Lorraine's insatiable curiosity of Life leads her to question, explore and push beyond the box. A self-professed "left-brained creative big picture" type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing beyond and beneath first appearances while at the same time nerding out on the details. Most of all she sees and holds others in their highest until they can see it for themselves.