We were supposed to go to Kansas City today to see my favorite band of all time, Mumford & Sons, in concert. The concert was cancelled, along with several others, because their bass player had a blood clot removed from his brain last Tuesday. Thankfully he's OK and is recovering, but obviously he isn't recovered enough to perform.
Strangely, it has worked out for the best for us. Last week we got a lot of calls from clients because accounts were down in May and they aren't used to seeing downturns on their statements (for the past year anyway). The market continues to be volatile & we need to be in the office right now. Plus Mark is getting another back procedure Wednesday & will be out the rest of the week. So for us, it's turned into a good thing.
BUT. I don't do well when plans change. It takes me a while to adjust. I'm getting better at adjusting more quickly (more below), but I am disappointed, of course. I don't know if we'll be able to go to the rescheduled concert. I'm returning our tickets because I'd rather do it now than risk not being able to return them later if we can't go. But I got over the disappointment rather quickly, saw the bigger picture and the benefits of not going.
I didn't sulk. I didn't get angry. I looked at the benefits of the cancellation instead of my disappointment.
I am learning to live without expectations. "Expectations are premeditated resentments." (First heard this in an OA meeting.) I don't need resentments taking up space in my life, so I work to not have expectations. Not from people or events. I've always approached vacations with no expectations--it's much easier to roll with what comes than to have concrete plans that blow up, as they often do when you travel. I'm applying that approach to daily life. It helps.
Sophie left for a week of sleep away camp yesterday. She went last year for the first time. It's the same camp this year, and she went with a friend from school who also went last year. Sophie was really excited to go.
We drove up with her friend's parents, about 2 1/2 hour drive. Her friend Mary cried when we got there; she has a hard time spending time away from her home, even at one-night sleepovers with her friends. Sophie is fairly independent, has spent many nights away from home and never had a problem. She didn't cry; she hugged me a lot (Mark & Luke stayed home) and was a little sad, but handled it well. The kids stay very busy at camp and are exhausted at bed time, so the emotions quickly dissipate after we leave and there's no time to be homesick (which is what they told us when we picked them up last year). She comes home Friday.
It's harder for us than it is for her, I'm sure. Luke was a mess last year when she left. He was never an only child, like Sophie was for 4.5 years before Luke was born, and he doesn't like it when she's gone. He is tender hearted & sensitive, and the kids spend a lot of time together. I will miss her terribly.
Her being gone makes me ponder what it will be like in 7 years when she leaves for college. I've watched how Vickie has handled her kids leaving home, and I can only hope I handle it half as well as she has.
I got 4 inches cut off my hair on Saturday. I've worn it long for a couple of years now, and prior to that it was never long. I've worn it in a bob for 20 years. I love it long, but it's a nice change to go back to a short bob. Mark loves it this shorter length, because it's how I wore it when we first met. Luke doesn't like it--he doesn't do well with change and wanted me to keep it long. I have been wearing it up so much and only styled it once or twice a week, that I decided it was time for a change. I'll post a pic in another post from my phone.