Never Ever Dull
With every conversation, I always seem to end with "Never a dull moment"....our lives are rich, complex, and beautiful stories. Join me in laughing about everyday things and appreciating life-bumpy roads and all.
I have two daughters, The Oldest and The Blonde. The Oldest happens to be an Enneagram 7 (aka The Adventurer) and is very persuasive. She convinced The Blonde to live on the edge and road trip to an island off the Outer Banks of North Carolina. They carefully planned out details like who would rent the jeep to drive on the beach, who would schedule the ferry trip, who would bring the camping equipment, and who would be in charge of the meals. The Blonde took the food job. When she messaged The Oldest about what to buy, it went something like this: The Blonde: What do you want to eat? I’m going grocery shopping. Tacos? The Oldest: I’m fine with bagels and peanut butter. I can eat that all day. LOL. After driving 2 ½ hours to catch a ferry that carried only a couple of 4-wheel drive vehicles and some leathery-skinned fishermen, they arrived at their destination. The island had no other people and they’re on their own. The Oldest was pleased with the adventure, and The Blonde was committed because the return ferry wouldn’t arrive until the next day. Untouched beaches. Big waves. Tall dunes. True serenity…until the late afternoon. It took two hours for The Oldest to get the fire going. She learned she had to build walls of sand so that the wind that was picking up wouldn’t blow out the flames. Just as she got the fire to a good place, she said, “Ready for tacos?”. Silence. Then, The Blonde responded, “What tacos?”. Huge silence this time. You could have heard a pin drop, but the wind was blowing hard.*** The Blonde pulled out peanut butter and bagels from her two small grocery bags. That’s pretty much all they had for food. Peanut butter and bagels. Nothing wrong with that. It’s a staple. But when you’re eating it for dinner, and then again for breakfast, and then again for lunch, you begin dreaming of how good tacos would be. “What tacos?”. I’m sure at this point there was a bit of tension in that salty air. Life sometimes is like that. All is going smoothly and then you hit something with a thud, stopping you in your tracks. That next chunk of time is critical. How do you handle it? Do you sit and feel miserable for yourself because you didn’t get the tacos that you expected? Or can you pull back and appreciate the beauty in your surroundings and hang onto the peanut butter and bagels because it will get you through? ***Note: The wind was mentioned several times in my post intentionally. After setting up the tents and air mattresses, a massive storm came through around 2 am. Lessons learned: collaborate on grocery lists and check the weather.
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AuthorFun-loving mom to 4 kids and 1 big puppy. Fifth grade teacher of amazing little people who have never ending things to share with me. Love to discuss Jesus, diy projects, and life. Trying to keep it simple: Love Jesus, love people. Archives
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