Escaping the Procrustian Bed…together

Escaping the Procrustian Bed…Together

From Wikipedia:

In Greek mythology, Procrustes (/proʊˈkrʌstiːz/; Greek: Προκρούστης Prokroustes, “the stretcher [who hammers out the metal]”), also known as Prokoptas, Damastes (Δαμαστής, “subduer”) or Polypemon, was a rogue smith and bandit from Attica who attacked people by stretching them or cutting off their legs, so as to force them to fit the size of an iron bed.

The word “Procrustean” is thus used to describe situations where an arbitrary standard is used to measure success, while completely disregarding obvious harm that results from the effort.

I’m moved into the new house. For the last six years, I was living in a place where my insides and outsides didn’t match. After we moved back from Atlanta, we didn’t have time to settle, adjust, catch our breath, and put down roots. Our landlord yanked a very nice house out from underneath us, and we had only a few weeks to find a new house, and our search-circle was narrow because we needed to stay within Jason’s school district. The house we found was barely acceptable, but as long as my family was safe, I was willing to deal with an office in an unfinished room: too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter. Termites streaming up my window every spring. Ugh.

We had a two-yearr lease, and just when it was up…the Panemic struck, and we were frozen in place again. It was BRUTAL, but we hunkered down, got Jason through high school, and then when the lease…