Years ago I was pretty lumpy.
I got up early every morning to have breakfast with the husband and send him off to his early hours at work. I would lay on the couch to nap or watch tv until I got up to have breakfast with the kids and then get them off to school. I would clean the house every day, because I was there, and wanted it clean. I would start or plan dinner. And then sit on the couch.
And wait.
I was a lump on the couch.
I was a clean lump, in a clean house, but a lump is a lump.
I don’t know what I expected. But I sat there and waited. I would watch TV, or listen to the radio. I would get quite frustrated. I did my mom stuff, I did my wife stuff. I’m proud of the songs I sang for my kids, the prayers I said, the talks we had, the dinners we had daily as a family. All very important things. But the kids were growing up. They were out in the world more than I was.
I truly expected life and excitement to find me. I did what I did for those I loved. And waited for the stuff for me, to just happen.
I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working.
I turned in to a Lumpy because all I did was sit like a lump.
So that’s what I got. Lumpiness.
I’ve discovered through my being a Lumpy, and all of the things I’ve been since then, that you are what you do.
When I sat like a lump.
I was a lump.
When I went to school, I was a student.
When I wrote, I was a writer.
When I worked, I had a career.
When I rode my bike, I was a biker.
When I practiced martial arts, I became a ninja !
When I realized what acting lumpy got me, I got off of that couch, I left Lumpy behind.
Lumpy didn’t mind at all.
