“It seemed like a mistake. And mistakes ought to be
rectified, only this one couldn't be. Between the way things used to be and the
way they were now was a void that couldn't be crossed. I had to find an
explanation other than the real one, which was that we were no more immune to
misfortune than anybody else, and the idea that kept recurring to me...was that
I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn't have gone through
and couldn't get back to the place I hadn't meant to leave.”
~ William Keepers Maxwell, Jr., So
Long, See You Tomorrow (1980).
Today
is the first day of my 27th year of marriage. All day yesterday I
kept thinking how 26 used to be unimaginably old and now it isn’t. Last night I dreamt that I was in school taking a test and I’d missed the lesson about the book and I hadn’t even read
the book. I figured I’d just have
to fake it. Someone who took dream interpretation seriously might venture that
that’s what I’ve been doing my whole life. Yet if I could go back to before, I
would do it all again.
There
are however, a few things I’d tell myself.
Not just about how beautiful bodies grow old, and energy wanes and the
usual stuff. I’d tell myself not to take
that disastrous job working for Skippy. I’d warn myself that the most imprudent decisions are survivable; that stylish
but cheap shoes are never a good bargain; that hangovers are rarely worth the
drunken fun; that loud music causes hearing loss; that I’d never like green olives stuffed with pimentos no matter
how many times I tried them thinking my tastes might have finally matured, so
not to bother; not to waste two hours of my life seeing that Mel Gibson movie
about aliens invading his corn field; and not to take statins because they
wouldn’t help and would hurt. I’d thank each of my parents and assure them that
they gave me everything I needed even when I thought at the time that they
weren’t.
Then,
not only avoiding past mistakes and painful lessons, I’d tell myself what to do
that I hadn’t done. Not just about buying stock in google and apple early on,
and exercise more and the usual stuff.
I’d tell myself to mellow out; to hug more often and be kinder – especially to old
people whose reaction time may seem pathetically slow. I’d get myself a kitty
years and years earlier than I finally did; keep that VW camper bus and get it
fixed rather than trading it in on a Rabbit; plant a bigger vegetable garden
and always include tomatoes; learn how to cook and can food better and sooner; and to care less about what others thought about me.
Mainly
though, if I had it all to do over, I would walk (or ride my bike) through the same doors with
purpose and confidence - both on the way in and on the way out. And I’d enjoy the music while I could still hear it.
5 comments:
Happy anniversary. This is a most wonderful post - especially the advice to your younger self. That Mel Gibson movie was dreadful. And hangovers aren't worth anything that causes them...
Hurray! Congratulations!
I wonder if anyone likes stuffed olives.
I wish I had a camper van.
Gardens aren't gardens without tomatoes.
What a lovely essay. Sometimes we forget just how much we have learned over the years. I guess that is the essence of wisdom: not just making lemonade from life's lemons, but realizing we would not be who we are without that adversity.
Oh, how well you write! I'm with you on the olives. May there be many tomatoes in your garden, and maybe the magical appearance of a VW camper bus in your life. Happy Anniversary.
Annie at the Transplantable Rose
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