In my imagination, dreams, and dirty sink
I imagine my husband coming home tonight: "Why, it doesn't look like you've done anything!" (Not that he'd actually say this.)
"Nothing," I imagine myself retorting rebelliously, "but rediscovering myself!" Or something similar, which feels significant----Oh, the words have come alive in my soul again!-- but sounds dumb.
Then I imagine coming home to a night where my husband did no housework, only cared for the kids and played guitar.
"Why, it doesn't look like you've done anything!" I'd say to him. (This is closer to something I might actually say.)
"Nothing," he'd retort, "but rediscovering myself!"
I'm not sure if I'd be gracious enough not to glare.
"Lovely. Now what about the dishes that are piled up, the floor that needs mopping, the family to work for? You know, real life? Where you ARE RIGHT NOW?"
I'm always stuck weighing the scales. I've found exciting clues to the puzzles of my life and happiness. The words that are in me are bursting forth in my mind, like a dancer whose feet just can't be kept still. This is something! This is me!
And yet, what practical use is it? Maybe I should've just done the dishes.
"Nothing," I imagine myself retorting rebelliously, "but rediscovering myself!" Or something similar, which feels significant----Oh, the words have come alive in my soul again!-- but sounds dumb.
Then I imagine coming home to a night where my husband did no housework, only cared for the kids and played guitar.
"Why, it doesn't look like you've done anything!" I'd say to him. (This is closer to something I might actually say.)
"Nothing," he'd retort, "but rediscovering myself!"
I'm not sure if I'd be gracious enough not to glare.
"Lovely. Now what about the dishes that are piled up, the floor that needs mopping, the family to work for? You know, real life? Where you ARE RIGHT NOW?"
I'm always stuck weighing the scales. I've found exciting clues to the puzzles of my life and happiness. The words that are in me are bursting forth in my mind, like a dancer whose feet just can't be kept still. This is something! This is me!
And yet, what practical use is it? Maybe I should've just done the dishes.