It’s sunny and not too hot, and despite warnings about flash flooding with last night’s rain, today it looks like it never happened at all.
I suppose we were pretty dry before that storm.
Today I am thinking about ruts and routines, and the way we can fall back into them, like bench seats on a Ferris wheel, down comes the iron bar and around and around and around we go. We hardly even notice, but for the glances out at the scenery before us.
It’s just life, isn’t it, circles, circles everywhere.
But once in a while, you need to lift that bar and check out the fairgrounds.
You don’t have to go far. You don’t even have to buy funnel cake, I mean I wouldn’t buy funnel cake, it’s not my thing, and I know some will find that shocking.
But do something.
Turn left when you normally turn right; buy a different version of something you usually get. You may not like the end result but in the middle, you’ll have an experience.
And that’s better than being numb to the world. Most of the time, I guess.
Big, small, do something a little bit differently today. You can go back to the sameness of the same tomorrow, even, but if only for today, mix it up a little.
Try a new recipe. Try a new craft. Try a different thing within a craft you do. Try a new show, maybe one in another language.
The acts of Ferris wheel rebellion can be as small or as large as you need them to be.
Yesterday I pointed out that we are not automatons, and yet there are so many pressures around us to perform as though we are. Day by day, there seem to be greater and greater demands to usurp our humanity.
Well we can build our own boundaries. And we can tear down the metaphorical fences around our personal parks. We can wander and we can return and we can do something new and we can go back to something old, so long as it isn’t harmful for us.
Let the Ferris wheel rebellion begin. And feel free to share with me what you did differently today!
Have a great Wednesday.
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