Brain dump warning. Rambling mess in 3, 2…
If I consciously go over the last 2 months of my non-working time, I have been busy filling my free time doing all sorts of things. But as I sit here writing this, coffee steaming in the dark hours of the morning, my what have you done for me lately brain says that I never go anywhere and never do anything. You may have heard me say that before. It seems to be a recurring theme. What I’ve come to realize is that version of my brain is an asshole.
Sure, I can talk a good game about appreciating life and savoring small moments. In truth… I think that I actually have the capacity to do that but I’m also always hungry for more experiences. Maybe I need to gobble them up so I can have something to savor when adventure time is lean? Kind of like fattening up for the winter.
Now I don’t know if it has been a subconscious push to “get things done,” if I’ve just been grabbing opportunities as they arise or what’s going on with me – but as 2015 has marched on I have scratched lots of things off of my To Do List. More things in the past 6 months than I probably did in several other years combined. Granted they may have been small and achieved on piggybacking visits but they were important to me and I did them.
Lately I’ve been seeing quite a few articles float through my social streams about how people are spending more money on experiences than they are on consumer goods – and that it’s a good thing. On the flip side of that, I’ve also been reading that we should stop the glorification of busy. So somewhere there is a balance, I guess? Spend your money on experiences. BUT NOT TOO MANY!
Right. Maybe what I really need to do is just stop reading the internet and spend more time riding my motorcycle.
It is still mostly dark out. The sun is just staring to peek over the trees. Silver drops of moisture are hanging on the windows. And me? I’ve been thinking about where to next? I keep coming back to the idea of hopping on the bike, swinging through Burlington, Vermont and then over to Laconia, New Hampshire to visit the Whispering Giants that are in those towns. Just around the way from the New Hampshire giant is the American Police Motorcycle Museum in Meredith. I’d also like to give that a look.
Unfortunately, this week I’ve been dealing with my aching back. It’s been about two years since I’ve had any trouble with it so this has been an unwelcome reunion. Can’t stand up, can’t sit down, can’t walk around without it being aggravated. Being out and about by the weekend isn’t looking promising. I’ve taken off my tinfoil hat and am trying to will it to stop being a pain. I just want to get on with moving around spryly. After all – I’ve got things to do!