Yesterday was Thursday. It was Healthy Thursday but I wrote about Kohler hopes that were dashed. Perhaps in some strange way that was indeed a Healthy Thursday post. I will elaborate.
It is healthy and important to spend time together as a couple. We do not do it nearly enough. We have both worked hard throughout our marriage. We have held back from doing some things for ourselves, which is completely normal when you are raising a family, getting through school, dealing with work and simply covering the bases.
Taking even small trips together requires a large amount of planning and effort and even money. But, as Mike says, it’s always worth it. And it is.
Another factor about our Kohler hopes is that we dealt with disappointment and reality. Weather is unpredictable and fickle. It cannot be counted on. Things happen in life, almost daily it seems, that remind us that our plans must be made loosely.
Andrew played football in high school. I remember him talking about catching the ball with “soft hands.” Meaning, let the ball fall right into your hands with no snatching, grabbing, stiff, violent movements.
That is how much of life is. We should make plans, of course, but those plans must, must, must be held with soft hands. When they change, and they will, we can let go of them easily rather than prying our white knuckled hands away from something we thought was set in stone.
Wisdom does indeed come with age, I suppose. However, there were certainly a few moments that I jumped up and down and screamed like a three year-old. Of course that tantrum was inside my head. That is what mature 60 year-olds do.