Isn’t it weird/cool/surprising when seemingly disparate elements in life intersect? For example, here at the home tome headquarters we finally got a fence installed this week. Simultaneously, I have been getting ready to go to my first blogging conference, Blog U, in Baltimore this weekend. What could these two things possibly have in common? I’ll tell you: extreme awkwardness.
First, the fence. My husband and I have only been resisting this for a century. (Okay, 5 years.) I wrote exactly a year ago here, about our specific fencing dilemmas. We decided we needed to do it NOW, in order to contain our two year old who currently loves nothing more than to sprint at the speed of light while giggling excitedly and intermittently looking back, i.e. not in his direction of travel.
We have a corner lot on a busy street with no back yard, only side and front yards. This Spring, when the snow finally melted around here, he started kicking and throwing his soccer ball in the lawn with a gusto he didn’t have last year, covering more ground and with a greater velocity. The result was that every time we were outside, my husband and I were in a state of anxiety: cringing, lurching, and calling out STOP!!! with panic every time our precious progeny even looked at the road. Needless to say, this kind of stress isn’t why we set up shop in the suburbs.
I had been dreading the way a fence would change the appearance of our property. It was hard to decide what materials to choose (didn’t really like any of them) and how much space to enclose. After much hemming and hawing, we went with bare wood, split rail, with wire mesh. It’s kind of like a farmer’s fence. This was fairly cost-effective, and it needed to be since we decided to go big as far as its length. The Fencing Installation Show captivated our son. He had a front row seat on the porch while he ate his breakfast.
It only took them two days to finish it. The result is, in fact, a bit jarring. Every time I peek out the window or approach from the street, I can’t help but think that the fence makes our yard look like it got braces.
It’s awkward! It’s a big change! I feel self-conscious about what people are thinking! Just look how the fence chops up that formerly clear space.
And this is exactly how I felt when I got braces on my teeth, many moons ago, in middle school.
We are invited to dress the part that night, so attendees have been giddily posting on the FB page about their outfits. Thanks to a pesky little hoarding habit, I have gathered together the following gems from my own Middle School Collection circa 1986…
Yikes. To further accessorize, I purchased some other goodies, including but not limited to… a scrunchy.
We were also invited to submit photos of ourselves from our own middle school eras for a Most Awkward contest. I submitted the following, mostly to share the gravity-defying power of The Perm, but take note of those shiny things running like train tracks across my teeth:
Yikes, again. To clarify: 1) I will soon be attending a conference where I do not know a soul and attempt to make some real-life internet buddies. 2) I will be wearing dorky attire from a bygone era. And 3) This is the photo that currently represents me on the very busy FB page. Awkward indeed.
So this is why I have braces on the brain and why it now seems to me like we also have them on…the yard. I must confess, when the fence installation was complete, I scrunched up my nose like a moody 13 year-old.
Then we took the fence for a so-called spin.
Our child ran circles around the yard with abandon – woo hoo! – and we didn’t feel like we needed to be within arm’s length. Strangely enough, by closing him in, he was more FREEEEE. And so were we: in fact, my husband and I stood on our lawn and actually had a conversation (!) because we weren’t chasing after him like paranoid maniacs.
Just look how far away I am to take this photo while he was *running away from me.* Trust me, this never would have happened one week ago:
This collusion of events has reminded me of something important: sometimes we have to do difficult things (like get braces or install a fence) in order to get to a better place (like straight teeth or providing a carefree, outdoorsy suburban existence for our family.)
Along these lines, sometimes we have to admit that no matter how long we have been doing something, i.e. writing, we still have a lot more to learn and that might be from a group of people we’ve never met. This conference may be a little uncomfortable and difficult, but it might also be fun, and I have a feeling it’s going to get me, this blog, and and my writing career to a better place. In fact, to a degree it already has.
What challenge have you faced lately to get to a better place? Thoughts on fences? Thoughts on blogging conferences? Please leave a comment!
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Also, check out my latest piece at the mid: How I’ve Failed My Super Crunchy Parents