Sober thoughts

This week was the funeral of a co-worker who died in a hiking accident the preceding week. The whole thing came as more than a shock. In about 5 hours, I found out he'd gone missing two days earlier, a body had been found, and had been identified as him. I personally don't think all deaths are equal and this one seemed particularly sad. He was a happy person and spread that happiness to everyone and he seemed to love life.

I hadn't known him as well as others, but we'd worked together on projects and I really liked him, as a colleague and as a person, and was sad. It was weird, because I found myself feeling like crying was overstating how close we were and feeling bad when others knew him better and felt his loss more. Which makes it seem like this was all about me, but ironically, I think maybe I felt like me crying made it all about me. And by then I was just overthinking so I said, "Forget everyone else." I am sad that he is gone. I am sad to realize I won't ever run into him on the elevator or in the hall anymore. He is a good person who made the world better for those around him. I am not a crier, typically* but I feel like my tears went to a good cause.

I also for the first time prayed for the deceased. I believe in an afterlife, as you may have guessed. Most of the people I know who have died knew they were dying and were in pain--from cancer or old age or other ailments--and so death was less unexpected and a little more merciful. And then we tend to say stuff like, "They are in a better place now." So the assumption is that everyone is thrilled to be in heaven and it's so wonderful that they aren't even sad. But in this situation, I couldn't help but wonder if that was the case. Why wouldn't this co-worker be sad? He loved life, he surely had things he wanted to do. And most of all, he didn't get a chance to say goodbye to his family and loved ones. I'm sure heaven is awesome, and I'm sure he's glad to be there, but that doesn't mean he isn't also sad that his family is hurting and that he doesn't get to see them for a while. I think I'd be concerned if we just went to heaven and didn't still care about the people we loved here. That just seems weird.

Like I say, I didn't know him as well as some and I'm adjusting okay. It's still a bummer, and there are moments where his absence stands out at work. I feel slightly guilty that life has moved on so smoothly for me and slightly guilty for sharing this, because it seems like it isn't really my story. But life doesn't happen in a vacuum. Regardless of the degree, experiences like this change us, so this little tidbit is really my story, not his, and I hope that's okay. I don't think he'd mind.


*not by choice. I want to cry a lot. My tear ducts just refuse to cooperate.

Happy Spring

The Monday that wasn't

Today was not a Monday but somehow, it really felt like it. Just in that "Ugh" kind of way. Work was way more stressful than it should have been, I felt grumpy all day, I was kind of flustered. None of which is actually something that routinely happens on a Monday, except maybe the grumpy because let's be honest: sometimes, it's just hard to go back to work. But it is what you think of when you say, "It's a Monday."

Anyway, I managed to survive and didn't even yell at any patrons, thank goodness. And I even got some work done. A little. Despite all the interruptions. Objectively speaking, it was way better than last Monday when I was occupied with putting out fires all day* and not getting anything else done. But I'm really glad the day is over.

Also, can I get a refund? Exchange? Anything?

*Although, thankfully they weren't literal fires.

If I had a time machine...

I would stop 24-hour news stations from becoming a thing.
I would visit Bellagio's in Shanghai again.
I would pop through history telling people to label their photos and date their records.
I'd buy the hat in Puerto Rico.
I'd go meet Princess Alice the elephant, check in on the hippo ranch, and swing by the US Camel Corps while I was at it.
I would check to see if Vanuatu really does look like Hawaii did 100 years ago.
I'd try to prevent Adolf Hitler's grandfather from claiming Hitler's father as his legitimate son so that Hitler would have ended up Adolf Schicklgruber.
I'd figure out what that darn dinosaur book I'm remembering from my childhood was called. I'd also go relearn the words to the dinosaur songs I learned in kindergarten.
You'd better believe I'd double dip on sleep, weekends, and vacations. Which would probably destroy the space time continuum or something, but hey, what a way to go out!

It was one of those days where nothing good could come from getting out of bed. It wasn't that there was anything that happened or any reason for it to be a day that would have been better if it hadn't happened. I was just more than I could handle without even knowing why.

It hasn't been all bad. Like I say, it's not that it's been bad, really, at all. It's not like my car got towed (don't have a car), or someone I know received some bad medical news. I didn't get fired. A bit tired when I woke up is all. And there was rain, which I like, I got a fun package, I finished my taxes, I balanced my checkbook (admittedly, not the most exciting tasks, but I got stuff done! Hooray!). And I ordered prints of some family pictures. I started my day without the usual meeting and instead helped someone out at work.

Sigh. Sometimes, life's like that. Sometimes, there is no correlation between events and feelings.

Either that, or I'm nuts.

sleeeep

I think somehow my brain has forgotten how to sleep. It's like with computers, when they hibernate but don't actually shutdown. I think that's what my brain is doing lately. Last week at work, they were doing a survey asking us what activity we wanted to do in the 3rd quarter. All I could come up with was a sleep-a-thon. And it actually sounded really awesome.

On the plus side, I got to sleep in this weekend. And take a nap today. It was so beautiful. The next best thing to finding an off switch.