Shortly after I posted about The Chase, Brenda and I had a serious, heart-felt discussion about the direction of our family. It was one of those intense yet somber conversations where I’m certain that both of us were actively listening to what the other said.
I love those moments.
Ever get the feeling you’re chasing something you shouldn’t be chasing? I get that whisper sometimes. “Chris, what are you chasing?” Which is a silly question, because I know what I’m chasing. The whisper, on most days, can be deciphered like this, “Chris, you’re chasing the wrong thing.”
The whisper. What a pain.
This is part 3 in a multi-part series that starts here.
When I imagine divorce I see in my mind a common person balancing in the center of tightrope. They balance precariously, looking from one platform to the other, wondering which journey to make, the one towards marriage, or the one towards divorce. It is safe to assume that both routes carry risk and associated dangers and now that I think about it, neither platform is really, truly “in sight”. There is a haze masking them from view.
It takes great determination for this person to stay still and maintain balance in the middle of the rope, let alone move in a direction. So there they stay, legs wobbling, airplane-arms outstretched, physically and mentally paralyzed.
