I have been writing and re-writing this blog in my head
for a long time. I have
written various versions while walking to work, chopping vegetables in my
kitchen, ironing bed sheets. I have written down different opening lines and
endings, but the middle bit has been hard to put down.
Much like my blog about the doormat, the content is just
so personal. And painful.
Today, I realized while taking another long walk, that the
reason why it was so difficult to write was the title I had given it – High
Expectations.
Time and the walk (in fact, a lot of time and walks and
moments of introspection) made me
realize that high expectations result in futility. Because, what I really should be doing is – Letting Go!
Yes – letting go. Of things which I can not control or
change. Like the decisions my
children make; promises that are not kept; friends who move on to other friends
or to other stages in their lives; dreams that have passed their sell-by-date.
I accept that I raised my kids to be independent human
beings. I started them on that
path the moment they took their first step. I accept that sometimes people make promises because at that
moment, it seems feasible and right.
But the moment passes and is forgotten. I accept that friends move on. People change along with the circumstances in their lives
and the adjustment may no longer include me. I accept that many of my so-called dreams may have reached a
point of un-attainability.
So, I settle. I settle for imessage
photos of my daughter’s Sardinian vacation and my son’s quick hellos. I know that I am still part of their
lives. I settle for the promises that are kept and file the ones that are not,
in a box called Forgive. I settle for
and cherish the people who are around me; and keep the ones who have moved on
in a safe place in my heart. I settle for the realities of today knowing that I
have given my dreams a try and success is not always measurable.
And …. I celebrate the love that I know my husband
and my children have for me. Even
though some days I wish they would actually tell me. But in my heart I know, and will always know, they do. I
celebrate the friendships I have made in every country I have lived in. I
celebrate that undeniable bond of kinship that I share with my family in
Manila. I celebrate the link which
my blogs have created with the many people whose lives have touched mine. And mine, theirs. I celebrate every
line and wrinkle in my brow, every age spot all along my body. Each one is testimony to a life that is
lived. A life filled with joy and
pain, and enriched with countless beautiful experiences and memories. Every single day.
Yes, I can happily let go!!
Here's a real simple, every day recipe for one of those days when you really do not want to work so hard in the kitchen.
Minced
Meat with Chick Peas
1 kg. minced meat (beef, beef and pork, lamb or chicken)
3 tbsp. olive oil
2 cloves garlic
1 big onion, chopped
1 tin tomatoes
1 tbsp. tomato paste
a dash of sugar, salt & pepper, chicken, beef or vegetable bouillon
1 tin chick peas
2 hard boiled eggs, chopped (as garnish)
Saute garlic and onions in olive oil. Add meat. Cook till all the meat is brown. Pour in the tomatoes and tomato
paste. Allow to boil and then
simmer for about 15 minutes. While
simmering, add the sugar and spices and the bouillon cube. Mix in the chick peas. Cook through for another 5 or more
minutes. Check the seasonings.
Top with the chopped hard boiled eggs just before serving.
This is a simple family meal which can be cooked and
frozen to be served another day. It goes well with rice, potatoes - fried or
mashed, or couscous.
2 comments:
Letting go is a wonderful title, Alma. Like you, I too have had high expectations and dreams. Don't we all when we are young? Somehow I think that we passionate people get hurt and disappointed more than some of our friends and acquaintances who are content with their lot.
I try as I get older to be more content with mine and find that I can enjoy the little things more. Age brings gratitude into our lives and we do have so much to be grateful for.
Miss you, my friend.
Yes, Val.... it is not easy to do, but once done, there is such a sense of relief. And freedom.
It also makes me hang on tighter to the real treasures of my life, like you.
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