Monday, July 4, 2011

It's Not Me, It's You

Dear inflatable kayak, prop yourself up, dry yourself off. We need to have a talk.

How to begin? we've been together for a while now. I still remember the day you entered my life. We've been through a lot. Some spills, some quiet moments. It seems the spills are getting a little more treacherous and the quiet moments, well, they're just because you don't go very fast, do you?

Look, there's no easy way to say it.

I think it's time we break up.

Sure, you're orange and cool-looking and people ooh and ahh when they see you get inflated and marvel at the novelty of it all. And no one's denying your ease of transport. Now, now, don't get upset. I am saying you get around. But in a good way.

But you see, it's this whole lack of maneuverability. The fact that you won't stay straight. The undeniable truth that it takes 4-5 strokes to get you to where a normal kayak would need one, if that....It's all getting to be kind of an issue.

You had to see this coming, right? Oh c'mon. Be honest with yourself. That day last month when we went out with our friends? Yes, those friends. The ones with real kayaks who kindly waited at every turn for us to huff and puff our way to them. The friends who could reach behind into their waterproof compartments (compartments!) and grab an ice cold beer and chat and laugh the whole while floating down the creek. Envy consumed me! Why can't you stay pointed in one direction? Why is that so hard?

It was then that I realized,
It's not me. It's you.

And I've been trying hard to tame my wandering eye but since that trip, it just hasn't been the same. Today was your chance to redeem yourself.

You didn't.

Getting flipped in the rapids and the rocks wasn't that big of a deal, especially since neither M or I got hurt and all I lost was a pair of sunglasses. Nice ones, but replaceable. I ain't mad atcha. But the waterlogged slog to the next island...that was tedious. And then mooring in the quicksand? Yeah, that sucked too. Literally.

Hey, what's black and comfortable and buried in 3 feet of gunk?
M's favorite and only pair of flip flops, that's what.

All of that, and miles still to paddle home. Wet, now muddy. In moods as foul as the funky smell of river muck that clung to us.

Nothing's easy with you. Nothing!

All of this would be bearable if you weren't a metaphor for so much more. If M and I weren't left sweating and cursing and plodding through waters that everyone else around us are cutting through effortlessly. Others skim and glide. Frolic and laugh. We splash and tip, knock against rocks and lose things along the way. I look out my window at this gorgeous river and see everyone on it. All I want to be is there. You get me there and then remind me that I do not have and cannot have what everyone else does.

And I still have a to find a way to get myself home.


Inflatable kayak, I think we need some time apart. I don't think I have to put myself through this. Quite frankly, I think I can do better. I know I can do better.

I am in search of a new way to get where I want to be.

Friday, July 1, 2011

When Good Things Happen to Good People

Sometimes it feels like all too often IF bloggers bear the burden of sharing bad news with each other. Have you heard the sad news about....Did you see....Please go support xx during this really shitty time....yy could really use some love....

And all of that is good. And important. And valued. So valued.

But holy shit. I am thrilled. THRILLED to share a link that contains happy, amazing, jaw-droppingly GOOD new from someone whose words many of you already know and read and love. Go see what Luna has to say.

Luna is one of those women I want to be when I grow up. Gracious. Thoughtful and thought provoking. Smart. Pragmatic yet hopeful. This is just one example of a time when her words have inspired me and helped me move forward. And I am hoping and wishing a wonderful moving forward for you, Luna.