It's been three years.
When I wrote about the parallels between my son's "Thomas and Friends" obsession and my little "Grey's Anatom" crush fetish a few weeks back, I didn't mention this small detail. I haven't watched even one episode in as many seasons. Before Reid was born, I made the command decision to stop. I felt like I cared too much...like I was personally invested in each of the main characters' lives...like I was completely unavailable for one whole hour each Thursday night because any interruption was uber annoying. In short, I wasn't my best self by allowing conviction and compulsion to cohabitate.
So I stopped. Cold turkey. No Derek and Meredith drama. No modern, introspective songs. No more of Izzie's cancer scare. And no weekly catch-up chats with my mom who still watched...
It's been three years.
But today, I allowed myself a couch afternoon while the little slept peacefully in the next room. Today, when I flipped away from HGTV accidentally, an episode of Grey's was just beginning. I watched it (and that's probably a misstatement). I drank it in. I felt the residents' sorrow over George's recent passing. I nearly cried with Meredith at the episode's end when she finally allowed herself a moment of grief. I cheered for Izzie as she gave the business to the girl whose life George died trying to save. I melted when Karev admitted that he's nothing without Izzie and that her cancer had evicted his heart from their relationship --- he was just too scared.
So, just like that old friend you hold onto fondly and see every once in awhile but when you do everything is the same as always...that's Grey's Anatomy to me.
Write on,
b
Sometimes we need to indulge in something from our past. Be careful you don't fall into the trap and become lost in Seattle. :0)
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