Turning Off Easy Street
The sad greens after the deep freeze. They just need a bit more time and some well earned sunshine.
I am used to easy. I’ve historically chosen to be the big fish in a small pond, so to speak. I’ve always “played within my league.” I didn’t try to get into an Ivy League school (nope, I went where my slightly above average test scores delivered a scholarship). As soon as my major threw some challenges my way, I switched majors. I am not an over achiever. This path of least resistance instills a sense of ease and comfort that one gets used to. So I’ve noticed that I get upset when things aren’t easy. I feel so wronged! “Easy street, why have you forsaken me!”
This can be as simple as a bolt that refuses to budge, or, the current case, plants that refuse to grow. Immediately I’m tempted to give up on winter growing. To return to yoga and pickleball and sitting in front of the wood stove with a cat on my lap. This is not the path of least resistance. This is not easy. It’s uncomfortable and frustrating and a little heartbreaking.
But this morning’s guided meditation was about sticking it out through discomfort. About the impermanence of these little inconveniences. So with that in mind and with your hungry faces in mind, I’m going to keep at this winter growing thing. I’m going to turn off from easy street and face down the challenges ahead of me. I’m not going to give up.