Weekends are the lazy brain days. Not that weekdays gives it a lot of exercises to keep it fit and sharp! Another Monday begins and I am lost again. Lost in emptiness amidst all the chores squeaking for my attention.
Yesterday, as I was going for an evening walk, I had two routes to reach the place I intended to go. I could have taken the regular path by the beach, or take the low tide beach. A small peck inside me pushed me to take the road less traveled (literally) and I started walking in the low tide. From far, I couldn's spot any water. I could see the imprint left by the waves on the sand but not much water. The low tide was fresh from a heavy rain, followed by humid sun. So I walked. A little lost in my thoughts and a little cautious of my step, and above all, excited for choosing the path less travelled. Before I realised, I was midway and the beach in front of me had more water than I expected.
I could turn back, retrace my steps and take the regular path. It was then that the correlation to my current state stuck me. I followed my husband to an unknown land, with uncertain opportunities for me, when I had the option of staying back in my country where my education could ensure me of a career. From a distance, it seemed adventurous to take the path less traveled.
The path taken to reach the destination is what makes the journey fun to me. The wet sand demands carefully chosen steps. But a wrong step wouldn't hurt me or pull me into the water. I only have to take careful steps at a time to keep the joy intact. Or follow the routine boring but certain road that takes me to my destination for sure, even before I realise. These tiny thoughts encouraged me to go further and in minutes I crossed the beach, and my shoes partly wet. I felt light. Terribly tiny achievements, I say. But an achievement nevertheless. A tiny push to move ahead. And it finds its way into my head. I have been walking that path for almost every single day in the last 8 months but never did I think of it this way.
I am now somewhere in the middle of the beach, with lesser options available than I thought when I left home. Yet, it isn't the end of world. If the end of the road is a destination, that would probably be the end of life and so the journey must go on until its end. With new roads to take and new paths to explore. Perseverance, endurance, and grit.
On the more everyday surviving tactics, I keep wondering how housewives/spouses in general splurge on the earning of their spouses. Is marrying a person entitles the other the right over each other's wallets? It probably does. But I say, it does give a different sense of pride to spend/ splurge/ burn the buck you earn. Eleven months post my last pay cheque. Sulking again!
Pheeeww. Unsteady.
Should send a couple of job applications today for sure.
For newer paths, for more movements of life, and memories,
Yours thoughtfully, or unthoughtfully,
Me
I could turn back, retrace my steps and take the regular path. It was then that the correlation to my current state stuck me. I followed my husband to an unknown land, with uncertain opportunities for me, when I had the option of staying back in my country where my education could ensure me of a career. From a distance, it seemed adventurous to take the path less traveled.
The path taken to reach the destination is what makes the journey fun to me. The wet sand demands carefully chosen steps. But a wrong step wouldn't hurt me or pull me into the water. I only have to take careful steps at a time to keep the joy intact. Or follow the routine boring but certain road that takes me to my destination for sure, even before I realise. These tiny thoughts encouraged me to go further and in minutes I crossed the beach, and my shoes partly wet. I felt light. Terribly tiny achievements, I say. But an achievement nevertheless. A tiny push to move ahead. And it finds its way into my head. I have been walking that path for almost every single day in the last 8 months but never did I think of it this way.I am now somewhere in the middle of the beach, with lesser options available than I thought when I left home. Yet, it isn't the end of world. If the end of the road is a destination, that would probably be the end of life and so the journey must go on until its end. With new roads to take and new paths to explore. Perseverance, endurance, and grit.
On the more everyday surviving tactics, I keep wondering how housewives/spouses in general splurge on the earning of their spouses. Is marrying a person entitles the other the right over each other's wallets? It probably does. But I say, it does give a different sense of pride to spend/ splurge/ burn the buck you earn. Eleven months post my last pay cheque. Sulking again!
Pheeeww. Unsteady.
Should send a couple of job applications today for sure.
For newer paths, for more movements of life, and memories,
Yours thoughtfully, or unthoughtfully,
Me
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