I am 284 posts short of meeting my goal of
blogging for a year yet I don’t feel like I have failed. I ended my inaugural
blog tonight one year ago with the words “Maybe
this will be my own personal challenge and maybe this in itself will challenge
me”. The latter part of this sentence was certainly true. I never wanted to be
that person who had to write something every single day for the sake of writing
and so it wasn’t long that I was running out of spectacular ideas to write
about. It did challenge me and when I realized that I was more stressed about
letting my “readers” down I knew I was writing for the wrong reasons.
Then I started writing birthday
tributes to my friends but soon that also started to feel like a chore
accompanied by guilt for writing about some and not others. When I received a
notification that one of my 11 followers had deactivated their auto emails
after the third or fourth tribute in a month I gave up. It didn’t mean that those who got a tribute
were more important than those that didn’t. The common lesson for me was
reinforcement that when things become mundane, they lose their appeal. It is
more about this than it is about finishing something I started.
I posted a video on Facebook a few months ago with the promise of a post. The message is simple; you should watch it (click here). My sister worked hard, saved what she could, put a lot away towards retirement and died young. She left behind a lot of money and not enough of what I know she really wanted to do.
“Look at the people who live to retire, to put those savings away. And they when they are 65 they don’t have any energy left”.
Keith and I are different because we change it up constantly. We try new experiences (I get dragged along most of the time) and we take vacations with friends. Sometimes things cost more than we planned but we worry more about living now than saving for then. He has taught me that and for this I am always grateful (despite sometimes being frustrated). Next adventure starts April-2017. Watch this space.
My job involves a lot of travel and a few weeks ago I was flying back from a meeting. I am a frequent flier and so often get upgraded. This flight’s upgrade included a lie-flat bed. It’s a typical scene - sitting there watching the passengers walk by you and having them comment on your seat while they do. When we landed a family moved forward to disembark and the son of about 12 or 13 announced loudly “when I am world famous I will own this as my private plane”. I looked at him and thought to myself “be careful what you wish for”.
“We thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end. And the thing was to get to that end. Success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing, or to dance while the music was being played.”
I posted a video on Facebook a few months ago with the promise of a post. The message is simple; you should watch it (click here). My sister worked hard, saved what she could, put a lot away towards retirement and died young. She left behind a lot of money and not enough of what I know she really wanted to do.
“Look at the people who live to retire, to put those savings away. And they when they are 65 they don’t have any energy left”.
Keith and I are different because we change it up constantly. We try new experiences (I get dragged along most of the time) and we take vacations with friends. Sometimes things cost more than we planned but we worry more about living now than saving for then. He has taught me that and for this I am always grateful (despite sometimes being frustrated). Next adventure starts April-2017. Watch this space.
My job involves a lot of travel and a few weeks ago I was flying back from a meeting. I am a frequent flier and so often get upgraded. This flight’s upgrade included a lie-flat bed. It’s a typical scene - sitting there watching the passengers walk by you and having them comment on your seat while they do. When we landed a family moved forward to disembark and the son of about 12 or 13 announced loudly “when I am world famous I will own this as my private plane”. I looked at him and thought to myself “be careful what you wish for”.
“We thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end. And the thing was to get to that end. Success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing, or to dance while the music was being played.”
When
my life flashes in front of my eyes I want to have done enough cool shit to
give myself a show.
