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In order to further procrastinate packing for camping, I decided to join the Five Minute Friday writing challenge today. This is where a group of writers around the world write for five minutes, no editing, with a prompt from my friend Lisa-Jo Baker. The word this Friday, is actually two: In Between.
I’m in between the adventure and the preparation. The clean and the dirty. The children and the to-do list. Yes, we are leaving to go camping in a few hours and I am in the scurry, the panic, the looking forward to.
The in between.
“Is it time to go?” my eldest asks when obviously most of the house is still asleep. She, like me, knows the things that still need to happen are many. She is my get-things-done-likes-to-have-ducks-in-a-row kind of girl. I know she wants to move out of this space of not quite there, to the space of it’s time to have fun.
And I wonder how that will serve her in her life. Will she propel others forward? Be an initiator on her own? This mom, this woman that I am, often waits for life to happen and then reacts to it. Will she be the same way or will she get up, make plans and make them happen? Not wanting to be in the in between?
Just this week I had a friend ask if I was okay with the spot in life that is indecision or do I make decisions just because I like to have them made? I’m definitely the indecision girl. The in between is comfortable for me. The not quite there yet. I sometimes beat myself up for not being more decisive, more organized, more not what I am, not how I’m wired. I get paralyzed too easily.
But then the in between comfort serves me well. I’m fine being with someone who is hurting (well mostly fine), I don’t have to fix their pain (right away). I’m okay with deciding at 5:00 what’s for dinner and I don’t break a sweat. I’m okay with knowing I will take things as they come.
Maybe the in between is not so bad after all.