Life is a journey. Not meant to be stagnant, lived in “rut”ful worry about what tomorrow might bring. Sure, I am one to give advice, but not one to live the advice. Yet this weekend, I did something out of line with type “A” thinking… (which I am certainly not “Type A”…nor “B” for that matter…)
Sunday night, I travelled to New Orleans for a concert at the House of Blues. I did not have tickets for this concert, certainly not for lack of trying. Nor did the website once advertised a sold out show. Was I a fool to head to the “Big Easy” for a show sans guaranteed entry to the musical festivities? Many thought yes. And sure enough, upon reaching the box office with hopeful anticipation for tickets, I and my small group of fellow travelers were confirmed in our fears of the sold out show. So off we went, to the “Gumbo Shop” to determine if we were truly disappointed in our failure to gain access to the House of Blues. The result remained part yes and part no, no definitive on either end of the line. However, Monday found us back to our scheduled plan: waking to chicory coffee and binets, wandering the galleries of the French Quarter, and picnicking on Whole Foods fare at Audubon Park. All in all, an amazing day...full of sunshine and great company.
So my question is: would we have still gone to the Crescent City knowing we would not gain access to the show?
I hope the answer would have been yes. Too often we miss great opportunities because we need an “excuse” to get to where we really want to be. Do we really need a reason to take a day off from work to wonder the streets of a nearby city, or lay on the beach during an unseasonably warm day, or sit at home in bed for hours finishing a really great book? Too often we feel guilty or selfish when we take the time to simply enjoy our existence. Why?
I can understand the abuse of these situations. But I also understand the opposing abuse: we too often feel like we need to be doing something “productive” – laundry, cleaning, yard work. We rarely do stuff just for us.
I love life, I want to live life. I don’t want to have to answer a “for what reason” question with much more of an explanation than: “because I want to.”
Why do you want to go to culinary school? Because I want to – I love to cook
Why do you want to move away? Because I want to – there is so much to see
Why do you have three dogs? Because I want to - they are my children
Why do you want to learn a new instrument? Because I want to – music moves my soul
Why did you up and go to New Orleans for the day? Because I wanted to…I love that place!
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You just made me feel so much better about my decision to sleep through my first class today. Granted, I'm sick, so I have an excuse, but I still felt a little guilty.
You're right...why should we need an excuse to, every now and then (or every day?), be where we want to be?
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