The kitchen is boring
I read somewhere
that empty nest syndrome has three stages, grief, relief, and joy. A phase of
grief is understandable, with the feeling of sadness or loneliness. I guess
relief hits when we move on to develop a new pattern in life or start doing new
things. And once the roller-coaster of gloom is over, there is joy.
I guess I am lucky to have moved into the third phase in no time, or so I feel. And that came from a strong realization that every relationship need not be a grip or a possession. Letting go and still feeling that magnetic pull is a surreal emotion to experience. Sitting miles apart and yet knowing when he smiles or when he is low, is an incredible skill I am growing.
Now I am no
stone. There are moments when even I feel I may go down, but then a lazy weekend
smiles and says, ‘sleep as much, for no one needs you to be up’, and I cannot
deny. Plus, if I use this newfound time for self-care well, I may just become the
next Miss Universe. But I guess the most satisfying part is just sitting still and
letting memories scroll in slow motion and you pause and smile when the best of
your moments together are playing.
Let them fly and
see them soar.