Somehow in the middle of the night I find myself contorted into the shape of a pretzel to accommodate my furry companion in my sleep. When my body twinges repeatedly, waking up me up I’ll finally shove my hand under his body and move it. He gets the hint and moves. Not without giving the most beleaguered, put upon canine sigh imaginable. He’s 57lbs and feels that the majority of the bed should belong to him. I’m the human here.
I share this with you as an analogy to my life. At times I seem to go along in on auto-pilot, each life event contorting me until I look like a Gordian knot. Nothing is so simple that I can move it to make room to stretch out. Family, work, friends, dreams all put the kinks and knots in the thread that is my life. While sometimes, I truly want to find a well appointed cave to run and hide in, life doesn’t work that way.
The more I struggle the tighter the knot becomes. So, I have to cut the knot, shearing away the kinks, twists and turns until I’m back to my core, my true self. Able to finally stretch out and reclaim my essence.
So, that’s the dream. Back to reality.
Would I change my life no. Knots, Kinks, Dogs and All are all in it for the long haul.