I’m deep in the midst of figuring it out right now. Figuring out how I work; where I spend my energy; how I live; figuring it out, certainly in more areas than just these. I think that’s the work and the privilege of life – figuring it out.

Many of the decisions I’ve made in the past few years — both alone, and alongside my husband — don’t look like figuring it out to others. They might look like a step back. A step away from the usual. A decision that’s hard to fully understand.

And while I’ve never let this stop me,  and I fully believe in the direction I’m heading, I’d be lying if I said it never bothered me. I’m human, after all. But that’s not the topic of this blog post. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately as I re-read this book with my book club. I read it the first time a few years ago, and I while much of it resonated with me then, I’m seeing it with new eyes now, from the vantage point of this new and different life.  As with many things that have happened in the past year or so, the timing just feels right.

So, in talking with my husband about one thing we’re considering right now, we keep coming back to a certain way of looking at it. “It sounds a little crazy,” we say — “but our kind of crazy.” (Disclaimer: We’re not pregnant, nor planning to be. I’m not being intentionally vague about the kinda crazy thing, but it’s too soon to know whether it will happen or not. If it does, I’m sure I’ll be writing about it here.) (Sub-disclaimer: I hate that I have to offer a disclaimer any time I talk about a potential exciting/happy/crazy/new thing just because I happen to be a woman between the age of 18 and 48. Sigh.)

The reason why I share this vague hint here? Because I love this way of looking at things.

What if we all did that thing that was our kind of crazy?

What would happen in our lives? Our relationships? Our goals and dreams?

What is YOUR kind of crazy?