Nora Lea kept climbing out on some rocks,
further than our comfort,
over seaweed slick boulders,
up steep hillsides.
From the beach, we hollered
parental inanities like,
“WE HAVE TO SEE YOU WITH OUR EYES!”
as she continued to sneak away.
This disappearing made me grumpy.
Grump trumped discomfort,
so I climbed out on those boulders,
braving nature’s oogy glory.
There, an alcove,
three feet wide and 7 feet deep,
the perfect water princess lair,
The older we get, the deeper those ruts of our routine become.
The tighter I cling to perceived safety.
All of it’s safe, none of it is.
The last few months have shown our family a little turmoil.
Employment, health, life, family,
it’s all shaking up, changing in a way that feels unsafe.
But that discomfort is the way to growth, right?
It’s that stretching that gets us where we need to go.
If it were up to James and me,
we would wake in our hobbit hole
to do the same thing, every day,
the way we did it before.
They tell me that we need to mix it up.
They tell me I need an efficient routine.
An ironclad routine.