I love sleeping. I’m not good at a lot of things, but sleeping is a talent of mine. So much so, that I am sometimes envious of the story of Rip Van Winkle. Depending on the day and my mood, falling asleep for 20 years sounds sort of refreshing. (Please people that know me, don’t panic. I have a million reasons why I wouldn’t want to sleep away the next 20 years, but I’m just saying some days, it sounds kind of nice.)
I think deep down, I am bored. So very bored. (Keep in mind bored doesn’t equal not busy.) I don’t have real life or death kinds of problems (thankfully). Finances are in order, good job, people I love are healthy, no one is going hungry (Note: I am NOT saying I want real problems). But don’t we all like a little drama from time to time? Something to make us feel alive? Even when we say we don’t, we start trying to live through other people’s drama. (Is the hamster ever really happy in his little hamster wheel or would he prefer to take that hamster wheel through rough terrain?)
So if given the choice would I want to sleep the next 20 years away, or would I want drama, passion, and adventure? Obvious choice is the latter, but I am so very good at sleeping. And Rip Van Winkle didn’t have to make any decisions, he just slept away 20 years and woke up to see how everything worked out.
Someone said to me the other day, “I may not be on the ride yet, but at least I’m in line”. Not sure if the implication was that I myself was not even in line. Very possible or I am just that self-involved I take everything personally. I let it sting a little and mulled it over.
Maybe I have been Rip Van Winkle’ing it, and I am finally waking up?
To add to my questioned awakening, my first grader got in trouble at school for the second time all year. Her response, “sometimes you just gotta let loose”. Exactly, my little chicken. Sometimes you do have to let loose. AND WE DON’T DO IT ENOUGH!
I don’t have it all worked out yet. I don’t know what my drama, passion, and adventure look like. But I know I want my heart to explode with it. Life is too short to be stuck in a hamster wheel. So while I am planning to finally see the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, or stand behind a waterfall in Iceland, I will also be enjoying the little adventures, too. (Yes, chickens, count me in the next time you’re playing Just Dance with your dad.)
If a first grader is wise enough to understand we need to let loose sometimes, then who am I not to listen?