i had to wade home tonight. in my two block walk from the bus stop, my pants were soaked up to the thighs. i thought several times about just giving up, throwing away my umbrella and wholeheartedly embracing the rain. but I was carrying library books. and they had to be kept safe and dry.
how many things in my life am i holding on to that i have to protect? that prevent me from embracing whatever life throws my way? my ideas, my prejudices, my plans, my fears; things that keep me from being willing to dive in and make a mess of myself. things that keep me responsible.
and is this bad or good?