This is not an interpretation of my Empty Nest. Nor is it a diatribe on issues of abandonment. It’s more a commentary on the transition, or at least one of them, that we go through in life, for which we are completely unprepared.
We come into this world butt naked. The things we learn early on are the things that are put into our head by our parents and/or caregivers. We are, hopefully, schooled, given some sense of self, and exposed to one version of spirituality or another. We hit adulthood (much too early for me), and think we know an awful lot, only to find out that we haven’t even begun to live.
Life hands us all kinds of crazy scenarios over the years, whether we choose a professional life, a family life or both. Sometimes, we choose neither, and let life just happen to us.
And then we get old. We hit 50 and hear from AARP. We get into are 60’s and some ask us if we are ready for retirement. Our bones start to creak and it isn’t so easy to climb out of bed in the morning. Some of us deny it and try to act like we’re still 23.
Our kids leave us to start their own lives; our parents leave us as their lives have run full circle. We range close to, if not reach, retirement. Our friends take off to find their final futures. Some of us have been so wrapped up in the ride, we never see it coming, and when everyone else starts making those last moves and changes, and the dust settles, we find ourselves alone again, caught with our pants down… butt naked.