Everyone is due a traumatic moment in their life from time to time. Many seem almost magnetized to them. The time between one horrible event and another are spent in recovery, wisdom enhancement, and assessing how much denial to allow into one's life. Denial, though wrought with negative aspects and too much criticism, has its place upon the health shelf. Without a little bit of denial I would not drive on the freeway. Without a great dose of denial I would not fly in a plane. Without a handful of denial I would never go to the county fair. Denial helps us be brave. We all know the other side of denial too well. But for today's rant, I choose to use the healthy side to ferret my stammering about the time betwixt traumatic moments.
Earlier today I was in line at the ever so popular orange chicken making machine, Panda Express, when I realized that I was among the many who were between the traumatic moments of life. It's a good feeling. There is no great pain or troubling dreams or even lack of appetite. I, like so many, can enjoy going to and fro, eating and drinking, and giving in marriage. Will I experience trauma again? Of course. Will it happen today? Probably not. Will it happen tomorrow? Again, not likely. Am I in denial? I'm in the same denial we all are in when we realize that life is difficult, danger is out there, the inevitable is inevitable, but we'll be danged if we're going to stay at home and mope about it on the couch when the world is full of fun things like theme parks, airplanes, cars, county fairs and, of course, orange chicken.
