“Sometimes you have to break the rules around you to keep the rules within you” -Martha Beck
Any regular reader of this blog has probably identified my affinity for to-do lists. It's no secret that I like my systems, I like my structure, and I love rules. (After all, I was a hockey referee during my teenage years.) But even as the person who gets nervous whenever I'm in the presence of people talking other people getting into trouble, I realized I've been busy breaking some rules of my own . . . .
Rule #1: Don't move back to your hometown.
Honestly I have no idea how this happened. Then the other day I read this line in a friend's blog: I still cry every time I leave Minnesota. Maybe that's it.
Although, I love to travel, but I have a hard time really, truly imagining any other place as home. Not that I haven't spent some time imagining. (Seattle! NYC!! London!!!) Yet there's something about this remote, rural corner of this world that's not quite ready to let me go yet. Or vice versa.
Rule #2: Don't move in with your significant other before marriage.
Does anyone really respect this rule anymore? A year into our relationship, Andy's and my work briefly intersected and it made the most sense to share a shack/cabin and make a home of our own. Now we feel like we're married and we've skipped the whole part where Andy gets something nice and sparkly for my left hand. Oops. So that's why you don't move in together before marriage . . .
In addition: I talk over people. (I'm so, so sorry. I don't realize I'm doing it until it's too late!) I eat after 8 p.m. I break fashion and beauty rules. We're just up a lawless society up here at the cabin when you get right down to it. But what's the point in letting arbitrary rules our lives and consequently, our hearts?
Because, there's one rule I know I'll always keep: Don't take life too seriously.
This post is part of Mama Kat's Thursday writing workshop. Thanks for stopping by!