Riding the wave
Tin woke up this morning in a goofy and lazy mood and the only thing to do was go along with it. T had some work to do and so I took the early morning shift and we walked to the park after breakfast but he wanted to stop and look in the bayou, he wanted to kick the deckboards on the bridge, he wanted to turn around and turn around and turn around. When we got to the park he swang for a bit and then decided he didn’t want to swing anymore and then we went over to the bleachers which looked like a piano to him so he sat and played the bleachers. He wanted to be carried there and back. He wanted to be let down on the bridge. He wanted to hold my hand when it wasn’t necessary and not hold it when we were crossing the street.
He was surfing his own wave, in tune with his own inner life, and I had two choices – buck it or ride his wave with him. I took his route even though it was the antithesis of my programming – to do, to get to point A from point B lickety split, to accomplish something. I went his way and arrive at my desk in a more relaxed mode than usual.
Tune in, or tune out.