Being Responsible
Today I was expecting to go into the city for some friends’ art salon they have once a month. It is a fun afternoon and allows me to spend some time with fellow artists.
Yesterday I awoke to my throat feeling scratchy and my body aching. I was hoping that this was the end of something then I would get up this morning feeling myself.
Nope. The throat is getting progressively worse and it no longer feels like allergies but an illness settling into my body.
I am doing the responsible thing and staying home. I don’t want to expose my friends to any possible illness I am infected with and I don’t care to expose myself to more germs on the train ride in and getting uptown.
I can remember as a child being sent to bed because it was my bedtime. I would declare that when I was an adult, I would stay up as late as I wanted to. All night in fact. My parents would smile a knowing smile and I would go to bed probably stomping all the way.
Now I could stay up all night but that would not be responsible. Also, my body has flipped from being a night owl to being an early bird. I go to bed at a reasonable hour and get up at a reasonable hour. Plus, I have a child to consider.
Once one has another human being to be responsible for, one’s priorities changed rapidly.
Caroline is part of any life equation I am working through. As she has gotten older and more responsible for herself, the easier it has become to be responsible for her but harder as well. I have learned to let go of things I use to be responsible for with her that she has taken over. Funny that one of the few things we butt heads over is the same thing I use to butt head with my mom over which is what is the appropriate dress for the weather. We have worked out an agreement that if the temperature is below a certain number, she will wear hat/hood/gloves/scarf and a reasonable jacket and footwear.
Peter and I are married and feel responsible to help our partner be their best. That can manifest all kinds of ways. We have been together for 21 years now and have developed a way of communicating that is almost silent. We know each other and can sense things now that we could not when we first met. We are responsible for each other. It’s a partnership.
I am responsible for what I put out on the Internet. I hope to educate and amuse the reader. I follow the simple rules 1) Does it need to be said 2) Does it need to be said now 3) Does it need to be said now by me. That stops me from saying irresponsible things that are not necessary to the conversation and could be hurtful.
I am grateful for people who take responsibility seriously.
Yesterday I awoke to my throat feeling scratchy and my body aching. I was hoping that this was the end of something then I would get up this morning feeling myself.
Nope. The throat is getting progressively worse and it no longer feels like allergies but an illness settling into my body.
I am doing the responsible thing and staying home. I don’t want to expose my friends to any possible illness I am infected with and I don’t care to expose myself to more germs on the train ride in and getting uptown.
I can remember as a child being sent to bed because it was my bedtime. I would declare that when I was an adult, I would stay up as late as I wanted to. All night in fact. My parents would smile a knowing smile and I would go to bed probably stomping all the way.
Now I could stay up all night but that would not be responsible. Also, my body has flipped from being a night owl to being an early bird. I go to bed at a reasonable hour and get up at a reasonable hour. Plus, I have a child to consider.
Once one has another human being to be responsible for, one’s priorities changed rapidly.
Caroline is part of any life equation I am working through. As she has gotten older and more responsible for herself, the easier it has become to be responsible for her but harder as well. I have learned to let go of things I use to be responsible for with her that she has taken over. Funny that one of the few things we butt heads over is the same thing I use to butt head with my mom over which is what is the appropriate dress for the weather. We have worked out an agreement that if the temperature is below a certain number, she will wear hat/hood/gloves/scarf and a reasonable jacket and footwear.
Peter and I are married and feel responsible to help our partner be their best. That can manifest all kinds of ways. We have been together for 21 years now and have developed a way of communicating that is almost silent. We know each other and can sense things now that we could not when we first met. We are responsible for each other. It’s a partnership.
I am responsible for what I put out on the Internet. I hope to educate and amuse the reader. I follow the simple rules 1) Does it need to be said 2) Does it need to be said now 3) Does it need to be said now by me. That stops me from saying irresponsible things that are not necessary to the conversation and could be hurtful.
I am grateful for people who take responsibility seriously.