Let's see... where did we leave off?
I had broken my brand new fly rod, called in the warranty, asked for two-day shipping, and had yet to see it after 7 days. According to the Echo Rod Co., UPS' tracking system said they lost the package and now I was going to have to wait up to 15 days before it was replaced and that was all a "maybe." After a conversation with the company about regenerative relationship building and people over profit as business model, I found myself in newly formed a regenerative relationship with the fly rod company - they were going to send me a brand new rod, right away, because they did in fact value me as a customer and wanted to help get me back on the stream with their quality product in my hand. Yay! How could it get any better than that?
But wait... It does get better.
This a true story.
Recently my favorite fly-rod broke. Shattered to pieces. Not while catching a monster fish. Not because I closed my truck door on it. But simply because its time had come.
After twenty-five plus years of fishing with this secondhand beauty, I thought I deserved a new magic wand. So I decided to treat myself to a real nice one.
I searched the internet (something that didn't exist when I purchased the last rod). I read articles, watched videos, read reviews, searched on chat groups, you name it. Then, I found it. More expensive than I was comfortable with, but I rationalized that I may not even be able to fish in another twenty-five years, so why the hell not. Life's too short for a crappy fly rod.
As soon as it arrived I unboxed it, set it up and took it out for its maiden cast.
I hated it! HATED IT!
One day, I saw a Carolina Wren with nesting material in her beak. I followed her until I found her nest, watching her busily build until my heart felt happy.When I got back to camp, a woman, Laura, asked where I’d gone. When I told her I’d gone for a birding break, she replied
“Ugh, I hate birds”.
Umm, excuse me?
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During the high winds of the storm, it’s four trunks split down the middle: two trunks crashing into the fence and two falling on newly installed garden beds.
I fought back tears and thought, “look at all this destruction”.
Then I had a second thought- “Well, that’s really dramatic wording Lynn. In reality, my family is safe. My animals are safe. My home is safe. I only feel so sad because I’m focusing on what I no longer have. How can I shift this story to look at what I DO have?”
It felt like someone punched me.
I grabbed my eye and noticed a bee fly away. That jerk stung me in the soft part between my eye-lid and eye-brow. It took ten minutes to stumble back to my house, remove the stinger, take Benadryl, and grab an icepack.
Then I sat on the couch, acutely aware of the skin around my eye, getting tighter and tighter.
In that moment I KNEW I should go to urgent care. I should have. But I didn't.
>Insert horror movie music<
On social media last week I shared a playful interaction I had with a stranger in a parking lot. A comment I got under that post, stopped me in my tracks.
“I need ‘fun’ lessons! Play was frowned upon in my family of origin.”
Sadly, it’s not the first time I’ve heard this.
Some people were explicitly taught not to play as children.
They heard “Knock it off!” and “Stop messin’ around!”
Others had the freedom to play as children, but as adults, the stress of life’s responsibilities overwhelm them to the point where they spend every moment“working”. Either physically working at a job or in the home, or mentally engaged in the battle of worrying about the past and future, leaving no room for spontaneity, creativity, or connection.
Regardless if you’re Type 1 or Type 2 Play Deficient,
The billion dollar logging industry that wiped out miles of trees, previously standing for thousands of years, had too much to lose to voluntarily stop.
So I gave up.
Nothing would ever change, so why bother fighting anymore.
I couldn’t care anymore because I’d ran out of hope.
Purses, blouses, dresses, aprons, scarves, booze, snow globes, mugs, and jewelry, from the 50's to a few holidays ago.
One dress-slip even had a tag boasting “The New Wonder Fabric- Nylon!”
She didn't use these gifts she was given.