My world is pretty darn big right where I am.
The only thing that makes it feel small, really, is knowing that there is a lot more to see out there…..a lot more to see that’s really not hard to get to unless I’m doing something….that makes it hard to get to these places.
That’s where the frustration comes in, if there’s any frustration at all.
I post all these films and write about things that I’m not doing right now, too, and that’s kind of strange.
I’m not running…. only doing a little and very sporadic bicycling.
I am just delivering the mail, which, by itself, isn’t all that big an adventure.
It’s not a big adventure, unless I notice all the wildlife and look out over the new vistas that suddenly appear when all the leaves drop….and, in middle of my frantic hurry to “beat the clock” and make my evaluated time, I notice that it really is a kind of adventure, even if the “adventure” is something that I do in the same way every day.
Maybe that’s the real skill?
Learning how to drain every bit of adventure out of what I’ve decided is mundane?
Recognizing that there’s really no boring situations, only bored and boring people?
Somebody on the route made us an apple cake, but I forgot to bring it home.
That’s pretty nice.
I could make a great Vimeo movie about me enjoying a delicious apple cake, get out the GoPro (buy a GoPro first….so that I could get it out)….take some aerial shots of my mouth enjoying the apple cake.
It’s all perspective….and I fight to keep mine in a place that’s close to acceptable and tolerable.
It’s a big world no matter where you’re standing.
Just because I think that something over the rainbow is going to be a little bit more exciting than where I am right now doesn’t mean that I can miss the good things close at hand.