Seizing the opportunity… Part 1

I started this post at the beginning of June and did not have a chance to post it before my trip to Chicago. Below you will find the intro to my trip.
white airplane on mid air
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I will be boarding a plane to Chicago in two weeks and a day, and it will be my first trip since September 2019. That trip, although great in many ways, was complicated and emotionally charged. The high points in Chicago: seeing Off With Their Heads and meeting the lead singer, going to the White Sox game, and visiting a few friends and family. The high points in New York: going to the US Open, spending time with my brother and his wife, and eating at various places. However, those positive moments were offset by the blowout with my dad at a suburban train station after he abruptly ended the visit at my aunt’s house and decided he was taking me to the train immediately. This, after he pouted and made many embarrassing comments in front of my relatives.

three assorted-color joy signage
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The short of that situation is that I let someone (my dad) not only get the best of me, but I allowed him to ruin what was otherwise a nice time for my mother and I with her extended family. There is/was tension, bad blood, etc. between my dad and my aunt (God rest her soul, she died in April 2021) to an extent of which I am not fully aware, I just know what has manifested in the past and continues with the remaining family members… I try to stay out of it the best I can, and I will not revisit that experience during this trip. My hope is that we can move on, and that we all take the opportunity to enjoy time together along with my brother, his wife, and their baby before life prevents another opportunity. With the ongoing insanity of crisis after crisis – real, imagined, or exaggerated – we all need to realize that life is short and so much is out of our control.

Long day… Expect the unexpected

I went to work today, had a list of tasks to complete, and whoa! Things went a little different than I expected. Without the specifics of my job, let’s just say that you learn to expected the unexpected when you work in social services/mental health but sometimes that is not enough.
I was tasked with writing a discharge letter to a complex, non-compliant client that I have worked with for a year… not fun. I am a professional and I try to remain somewhat detached but I don’t like hurting someone, regardless. I was also tasked with helping a team member’s client get to treatment, which felt good but it was because my team members were dealing with an unfortunate turn of events. Such is life… and a reminder not to take life for granted.