Russ and I are not cubicle people. Turns out, the Rathroys are too restless to be anchored to a desk all week. So, when I sat on our bedroom floor the other night sobbing the words, "I feel like a piece of my soul is missing," it was pretty easy to find the cause.
Aside from the few months of long-distance romance we weathered between my visits to Malawi, Russ and I haven't spent a ton of time apart. We live almost on top of each other in a tiny house, travel everywhere together, and even make a pretty great grocery store duo. So, it's always a little foreign to be alone.
By the end of our normal work days, we're both tired, hungry, and aching to avoid chores. So, while we're encouraging each other, supporting our careers and chasing our next opportunities, who is balancing the household? What happens to the tasks we have to lean out of in order to lean in?
Is it possible to lean in two directions?
Among my sisters, in particular, I am a square. I'm constantly doing things like "the dishes" and "saving for retirement" and other, incredibly boring tasks. Neatness has never been a struggle for me. I could happily spend a weekend cleaning and reorganizing every closet in the house. But, my sisters are something entirely different. Like a fabulous disarray of passion and anguish, their closets explode.