Getting a Break From Being a Grown-Up
There’s a gecko…a very fat, freckled fella under my lantern light. I think I’ll just sit here in the car and watch him awhile. It’s like the wren I watched yesterday. I was in the outdoor shower and became entranced watching him forage through the leaf litter under a nearby tree. Fascinating.
It’s been a crazy couple of months. Lots of decisions made…most so stinking hard, but once made, floods of peace eventually followed. One decision took months to make…like watching a slow train wreck…I retired the engine.
Do you ever make decisions like that? Decisions that stop a steady bleed out, but break your heart at the same time? On one hand you save your life, but on the other, you halt a dream and that costs dearly.
Adulting just ain’t easy.
Some days (like you I’m sure), I want to get off the grown-up ride and look for the kiddie rides. You know, the lesser-admission, lower-impact rides that allow you to eat cotton candy and drink sodas and still ride all day without the tummy ache or vertigo.
I offer a solution or at least a reprieve:
Central Park and long drives. Water sprinklers and children’s laughter. Rocking chairs and good books. Puppy kisses and butterflies.
And if you can find them…freckled geckos and foraging wrens.