As we go about our days, there are ropes thrown out from different directions and often we feel lucky if we can turn those ropes into a tightly wrapped ball of yarn that allows unlimited room for more of the same. We deal with work, cleaning, laundry, kids, games, scouts, lessons and bedtimes. There are so many people to answer to and more to answer for. There are calls to make and bills to pay, pick-ups, drop offs and stores. So much to distract a gal from being herself or even remembering who she is until one day she wakes to find an empty nest with a man she barely remembers but caters to between chores. This ambiguity is what often causes 25 year old marriages to be filed and
left at courthouses by the thousands in a decree made for breaking a promise not only to one another, but also to God.
I have a routine that freshens things for me and have enjoyed it for a few years. My friends and I find it cleansing now and then to leave behind the responsibilities that bind us so that we can gain some recognition of who we were before the weight of the world became our joy. In my experience as a woman, some time of mutual bonding while sorting through likes, dislikes, commonalities, differences, joys and disappointments is essential to fully be able to appreciate the direction our lives are going. For that, my friends and I arrange Girls' Night Out. Married, single, live-ins... whatever our personal situation, we get out once a week and have dinner & drinks in a place where we are fairly known but can enjoy completely new experiences just being ourselves. Leaving judgments at the door and talking it all out while meeting new and interesting people who are there to do the same, it's been a great source of relief, release and renewal for my week.
So in the end there's a tightrope we walk and a tree rope to swing out on. When a simple jump in the lake of friendship and fun is a safe way to refresh, I feel blessed to have friends to swim with and a man who's arms are not restraining but comforting, loving and understanding. When we wake one day to find our nest empty, I hope he will still see the girl he married. I know he will still be my tall, cool glass of water.