This fine, beautiful fall day was full of metaphors for life.
It started out at Beijo de Chocolat over crepes with my friend who is also an INFJ and exactly a foot shorter than me. We were talking about how she writes pop songs out of love for it, but she writes choral pieces for her class. I write blogs for the pure enjoyment of having creative license to write whatever I want, but I don’t mind writing essays.
Just like you do zumba for the fun of it – the workout benefits are just a plus. You lift weights and run sprints to work out the muscles that will give you more endurance in zumba. Essays and choral arrangements work out your mind so that the product of your creative pieces are better quality.
Shortly after that moment of brilliance (it may not have actually been brilliant, but as we sat there, soaking in the caffeine, it seemed to be), 4′ 11 1/2” remarked, “I learned so much from my beta fish this week.” Beta fish are really good with relationships, apparently. Whoever said that you can’t really have a relationship with a fish was totally wrong. They’ve never heard these stories.
Enter word picture number 3: As my pen pal and I walked toward Buckingham Fountain, she remarked that she loved that we were walking fast. Most of our friends don’t walk very fast, so we tone it down in their presence. (which doesn’t make us love them any less… we just don’t get places as quickly) We decided that it’s a good picture for how we live our lives, bound for a destination. It’s okay if we don’t know where we’re going – it just matters that we’re going somewhere.
Kind of like how even though the L stops frequently, you don’t get off at every stop. You might get off to get coffee, but then you get back on until you get to your destination. And you might not even stay there for very long. You might just hop back on and go somewhere else until you find home.
We stood on the edge of a very windy Lake Michigan, so close to a drop-off that it made me nervous. I think that also told me something about myself – nervous when on the brink of something that includes submersion or falling.
Amazing how many parallels to life are found in our everyday existence.
That’s my beautiful city, taken from the edge of windy Lake Michigan. I’m so thankful, especially today but pretty much everyday, to be here in Chicago with people like my INFJ buddy and my pen pal. And the people who walk slowly. Jesus knows what He’s doing when He tells us to go somewhere.