Its Monday evening. Thirty minutes earlier we completed a 4 day, 6000 mile round trip from Portland to Seattle to Miami and back where we took part in the wonderful wedding of our best friend.
Stress of travel piled on top of the chaos of the weekend, lack of sleep, and not being able to catch up with our good friends regardless of the fact that we were sitting next to each other turned into a roller coast of emotions that finally got to me when I no longer had something to do.
I stood in the middle of our family room holding on to my wife, and there were tears streaming down my face.
I can't pinpoint the last time this happened. It may have been when I crumpled to the ground in pain when I tore my left ACL in '03. It might have been in '98 when an imbecile of a nurse dropped my just surgically repaired right leg off of the hospital bed. Tears of frustration and sorrow are something I don't shed often, and I don't know why.
I tend not to get too introspective. Could be because I'm content with what I have and where I am? Maybe because I'm resistant to change? It could be because I'm far more extroverted than introverted or normally think about how my actions impact others rather than myself.
Five years ago I had a pretty eye-opening conversation with Traci on our drive back from L.A. during the last leg of our sabbatical. A couple of good question were asked and ideas were presented that for a number of reasons I didn't decide to pursue. I've been asking "what if?" for a while. I may have been given a second chance this weekend, and I won't let it pass this time.