You can blame/thank RedZepplin for this post. I was poking around on some of the other fellas’ blogs and noticed his post on Murder and Motivation. He quotes a character from a book as saying:
There are no grand adventures for us. We aren’t living our dreams. We drag ourselves out of bed each day, go to a job we can tolerate so we can put food on the table, go home, sleep, lather, rinse, and repeat. If we’re lucky we have our health and a family with which to share our joys and sorrows.
But the grand adventures are really the “details” of life, as George writes. For most of us it is all that “drudgery” that makes up our life. The trick is to acknowledge and appreciate that.
But, as I commented to his post, it’s really all about your perspective, isn’t it?
I don’t see much of my life as being made up of “drudgery.” Oh, I hate to clean house, and I don’t very often, but I don’t see it as taking up most of my life. Probably because I take a more lackadaisical view of it. I keep the floors clear, vacuumed, and mopped. But I’m cluttered and rarely dust. Laundry is generally kept up, but sometimes I say screw it and just live out of a laundry basket instead of putting things away. Dishes are washed routinely, but sometimes they stay in the drain instead of being put up.
I would rather cut grass than clean house. And I will stop everything except the most urgent items [like food cooking on the stove] to take off on my motorcycle, go fishing, or simply get ice cream. Because THAT is what adventures are made of!
I went to Pennsylvania last week, just overnight. The road construction was AWFUL! But because I had no appointments to make, it didn’t bother me to be in line on an exit. I went to the Carnegie Museum and just wandered around. Checked in the motel around 5:30 p.m., ate at a bar/pub and hit the sheets soon after. Got up on my own the next day, found the zoo. Went for breakfast before going in the zoo and wound up in a really bad part of town. Instead of freaking out, I looked around and studied what I saw. Found a 150 year old cemetery, walked around and tried to imagine the lives of some of the people there, then went to the zoo.
Although things are not working out the way I thought they would this time last year [when I left my job with the state] I can reflect and see how hard I’ve worked, things I’ve learned, and what I still have left to do. I refuse to see it as a negative thing. I’m learning, evolving, experiencing adventure!




3 Comments
August 12, 2008 at 8:38 am
Thanks for the ping and the comments, Muze. I enjoy your perspective as always.
The words you quoted are actually mine, though. That’s not the quote the from the novel.
August 12, 2008 at 9:18 am
I think many of us are living our dreams. We just didn’t realize it ahead of time. I’ve got a great job doing something that makes peoples’ lives better, a wonderful honey and loving family, and I have a lot of fun (shallow as that sounds). No, I’m not living the dream that i had as a child, but I think this dream is even better.
(And perhaps part of it is that my house could use a good scrubbing and it’s a bit messy. But that’s not what i choose to focus on.)
August 12, 2008 at 2:26 pm
Red, I’m sorry. I’ve misread that portion.
Spank me.
Thanks for the comments guys!