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Dear Karma Cleanser:
This time of the year I start to become quite sentimental and sometimes even depressed thinking about my childhood. I grew up in a small town in the cold Midwest. We usually had a healthy snow on the ground well before the holiday season started, and the kids in my neighborhood had a snowball fight rivalry that lives on in history books.

When I was a kid, I never liked the snow so much and always said that I wanted to move someplace where it was sunny. Twenty-some-odd years later, I've stayed true to my word. First I went to school in Virginia, then eventually landed in the South.

Seven winters later and I find myself wishing I'd never left the place where I grew up. There's no snow here, and it never really gets cold. My parents have left our hometown and retired to Florida, so I have no reason to ever go back. Instead, on days like today when the sky is gray and the temperature hovers around 40, I just get mushy inside.

I know this is not really a question of karma. I'm just trying to figure out a way to reconcile my past with my future.-- Homeward Bound?

We'd be remiss for dishing up such trite advice as "Be careful what you wish for," or -- even worse -- "Bloom where you're planted." We'll leave those thoughts to Hallmark and offer this: Sometimes you arrive at the place where you always thought you wanted to be, but find that place isn't so great after all. Does that mean you should retreat to your starting point? Maybe so. Or maybe your experiences from your childhood can help you bring a new understanding to the point where you've landed. So what if you miss the snow? The universe has a way of dropping us exactly where we need to be.

Dear Karma Cleanser:
A response to "Sick of it all," the person who had been through six years of therapy but still ended up in the same relationships over and over again: Stop reading the self-help books. They all say the same thing, and not very much of it is helpful.

My answer to a similar problem was actually very easy. I stopped looking for a man to come along and make me dinners or take the trash out. I bought myself a cat, surrounded myself with a handful of good friends, joined a dinner club, shifted all my energies into myself. The "true love" fantasy hasn't happened, and I am OK with that fact.-- Sick but Getting Better

Wow. Sounds like a good tactic, but we can't help but wonder: Can the cat take out the trash? If so, where can we get one?

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