I have a fish tank with no fish. Just water, playground sand, and a few rocks from adventures with my daughter. It was an impulse buy from Amazon, a task (see distraction) for me to complete while I sit wondering when things will return back to normal. Normal, of course, being relative.
I’ve made a few of these purchases over the past few weeks. And thankfully dodged a couple that would have been regrettable once my life resumed it’s normal cadence.
Did you know that chickens live for 5–10 years. Maybe you did, but I wasn’t aware until about a week ago. A week ago when I was almost convinced that raising, “just a couple of chickens” would be a “good challenge” and use of time. It’s funny how we often try to rationalize things to fit our internal narratives. To fit what we really want to believe is true.
And when you mix in a healthy dose of boredom, it’s truly amazing how far we’ll go to convince ourselves that whatever cockamamie idea we’ve just thought up is the perfect way to escape reality. For example, during the last month I’ve watched more YouTube than I have in the past 2 years combined, and I’ve researched everything from raising chickens to learning how to breed earthworms.
So there I was, with a shopping cart full of supplies ready to become the chicken farmer I’ve always known I could be when my daughter walks in. Maybe she could see the writing on the wall. Maybe she could already smell the unique fusion of heat and chicken shit seeping into her clothes. Whatever it was, she knew. She had the foresite to know that her father, who was temporarily working from home, would not have the time to take care of “just a couple of chickens” when life got back to normal.
“Who will take care of your chickens when you are traveling for work?,” she asked. And believe it or not, with that simple question, it was all gone. The chicken coop, the overalls (with straw hat), the farm fresh eggs, and the baby chickens I was so eager to raise.
I had been so caught up in being home and having spare time that I had forgotten that this isn’t normal. Eventually there would be a regression to the mean. I would be swept back up into the hustle of everyday life and I would likely have lost both the free-time and desire to raise chickens.
So that’s what I will leave you with. We are all searching for ways to distract ourselves from all the drama that’s going on. But it’s important to maintain perspective, and not lose site of the fact that eventually things will return back to (somewhat) normal. And the future you probably won’t want to be stuck cleaning a chicken coop, when you probably should have just read a book or learned how to paint.