Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Disappointments, self-deception, and the Light of a Clear Blue Morning

I was eating breakfast this morning when I got notification that the restaurant for the Time Left dinner I had booked for tonight was revealed.  So I picked up my phone and navigated to the app.  The restaurant listed had an address I was not familiar with so I googled it.  It was a Tex-Mex restaurant in Inman Park, almost three miles from my home.

One thing I really liked about Time Left is that it is supposed to be restaurants in my neighborhood, specifically Midtown/Ponce.  I'm situated such that any restaurant actually in that area would be no more than 1.5 miles from my home, a distance I was willing to walk.

For a moment, I looked at parking only to see there were only pay lots around the restaurant.  To be honest, I didn't really want to drive even if there was easy parking.  I moved to Midtown to live a walkable life.  I looked at the train and bus routes and none seemed all that convenient and I knew they would run less frequently later in the evening after a late dinner got out.

I wrote the company to see if there was any other option before I clicked cancel, only to get a response about how sometimes they have to find restaurants in neighboring areas.  I live in one of the most densely populated areas with more restaurants than I will ever be able to try in my lifetime and it is a Wednesday night, one of the less busy nights at restaurants, so this just sounded like bullshit.  So I cancelled.  

I was disappointed.  I had been looking forward to dinner.

Then at work, I buried myself in the daunting task of reviewing 70 webinars related to a case we are working on.  With a looming deadline, I knew I had to find a way to make short work of getting through them all.  I even worked through most of my lunch.  And then as the day was ending, I looked at the clock, shocked to see it was already 4:27 p.m.  My work hours end at 4.  I guess that means the day went fast but being not even a third of the way through my list, the task seemed daunting and the other tasks I was not getting to were piling up.

This evening before I rummaged for some food in a mostly empty fridge, I cleaned up the kitchen counter which included a large stemless wine glass I bought years ago with an Andrew Jackson quote on it that I often use for San Pellegrino.  I paused at the quote.  I couldn't remember the last time I had actually paused to read it.  

"I was born for a storm, and a calm does not suit me."

I remember buying the wine glass because of how much that quote resonated with me.

Now.... I just see the self-deception and self-gaslighting.  

I struggle with the cognitive dissonance.  I never would have described my life or marriage as a storm.  I would have described both as good or at least good enough.  Yet on the shelves of my cabinets sat this quote that I had chosen for a reason contradicting all of what I had convinced myself of.

Sadly, it's not the only physical evidence that contradicts the beliefs I had gaslit myself into believing.  There was the painting inspired by the song "Two Sparrows in a Hurricane" and the one of a black hole sucking up a butterfly and the abstract one of the outside looking in - all paintings that I had created and kept displayed.  All three are on the walls of my living room now even.

And there are all the memories I have where I stole moments away from him to seek out the calm.

I've often told people that I don't hang onto regrets because I firmly believe I made the best decision at the time with the information I had available to me then.  I'm struggling a bit more with that realizing that I did have the information I needed.  I just couldn't fit that information in with the beliefs I hung onto so tightly as I coped with what I was experiencing.

My friend encouraged me to forgive my younger self.  I will. Eventually.

I should go start my book club book.  That was my plan tonight after my plans got cancelled.  There isn't much of the night left.

But first, I think I need to listen to Dolly Parton's "Light of a Clear Blue Morning".

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Disappointments, self-deception, and the Light of a Clear Blue Morning

I was eating breakfast this morning when I got notification that the restaurant for the Time Left dinner I had booked for tonight was reveal...