Okay, let me tell you about this idea I call the ‘planned parenthood lagoon’. It’s not a real place, you get me? It’s more like a feeling, a spot I found myself in a while back.
It started when things got real quiet in my life. Too quiet. I’d just finished up a big project, the kind that takes everything out of you. Left me feeling empty, like a boat just floating, no wind. I used to go down to this little pond near where I lived back then. Not really a lagoon, but quiet, still water, lots of reeds. Felt like a lagoon in my head.
Sitting by the Water
I’d just sit there. For hours sometimes. Watching the ducks, the dragonflies. My mind felt like that water – still on top, but probably murky down below. Thinking about… well, everything. What’s next? What’s the plan? Felt like I was supposed to have one, you know? Like planning your life, your family, all that stuff people talk about. That’s the ‘planned parenthood’ part, I guess. Not the clinic, but the idea of planning your future, your lineage, maybe.
But sitting there, planning felt impossible. Everything felt kinda stuck. Like being in warm, shallow water, comfortable but not really going anywhere. A lagoon.
What I Did Next
So, what did I do? I didn’t just keep sitting there forever. That gets old.
- First, I just let myself feel stuck for a bit. Accepted it. No fighting it. Just observing, like watching those ducks.
- Then, I started small. Real small. Tidied up my workspace. Called an old friend I hadn’t spoken to in ages. Simple stuff. Action, even tiny action, felt better than just floating.
- I picked up an old hobby. Woodworking. Just messing around with scraps of wood in the garage. No plan, just doing. Feeling the grain, the tools in my hand. Grounding.
- Started walking different routes every day. Forced myself to see new things, break the pattern of just going to the pond.
Moving Out of the Still Water
Slowly, things started moving again. Wasn’t like a big wave or anything. More like a little current picking up. The ‘lagoon’ feeling didn’t vanish overnight, but it changed. It wasn’t stagnant anymore. New ideas started popping up, not because I forced them, but because I was doing things, engaging with the world again, not just sitting by the still water thinking about having a plan.
It taught me something. Sometimes the plan isn’t the point. Sometimes you just gotta get your hands dirty, start moving, even if you don’t know the exact destination. The path kinda appears when you start walking. That ‘planned parenthood lagoon’ thinking? It was just a phase, a quiet spot I needed for a while before I could get moving again. You just have to recognise when it’s time to paddle out.
