Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A Smooth Break from the Old Way
Last year's roses.
I am a follower of rules. No, really I am. Not "the" rules - maybe what I'm talking about is habits. Routines, habits, rules, whatever you want to call them, I'm more comfortable when the pattern of my day is laid out. I set up these rules and then follow them as if any other pattern of behavior is unthinkable. These routines make me feel safe, contained.
Sometimes, I strain against my own rules, feel bound by them. Many times in my life I've thrown a metaphorical malotov cocktail into my set of rules, blowing up every pattern all at once. It's an effective and dramatic technique. Kind of traumatic, though.
Sometimes there's no pushing or forcing involved. Sometimes, I just wake up one morning and live differently, as if my cherished rules had vanished, overnight, into thin air. I'm in one of those periods of time right now, breaking old habits right and left, effortlessly, seamlessly, or so it seems.
A friend tells me that anytime we bring a new room into our lives, all kinds of possibilities open up. She was referring to my new office space downtown on K Street, but what was in her mind was the metaphor of those dreams in which you discover a new room you never knew about in your house.
I like this new room in my life, I really do. I didn't have to break the door down to get in. I didn't even need a key because it wasn't locked. All I had to do was simply open the door. Presto! A new room and a fresh start. Isn't that something?
Last year's TV.