Familiarity breeds contempt. But you know...absence makes the heart grow fonder....
Sometimes I long for the unknown, the great adventure, the grass on the other side. And usually, once I get there, for a while I am on unfamiliar ground and have to get used to it, but eventually I find it's a good experience.
Lately I find myself still eager to press on into uncharted territory (like all the cliches I'm using here?!), but at the same time feeling a little disoriented at the quick departure from what has for so long been familiar and comfortable.
One day at a time, eh?
I guess I'm feeling like a missionary, or a foreign exchange student - everything about the culture initially seems different - the view, the language, the food, the customs, the dress.... But...well, don't you love a story that brings to light how two seemingly disparate things are really very much alike?
Like, for instance, I finished reading Dorothy Parker's Complete Stories last week. In one of the sketches, she compared a couple's "average" life in New York City, and a visit from their aunt from a small town who preferred her own way of living from day to day. Afterward the city couple visit their aunt in the small town and, though the stores have different names and the differences are keenly felt, what Parker so plainly describes is that the "average" daily life of a small-town inhabitant is exactly the same as that of a city-dweller. We all have flashes of excitement amidst the usual (and comfortable) routine.
So...in times when I get in a hurry to solidify some feeling of "normalcy," or worry that there is still so much to figure out and wonder if I will ever attain the routine of life that I hope to maintain for a while (you know, something about "settling down" or something), I try to remind myself to live in the present. Sometimes I have to remind myself that the future in fact looks pretty bright, if a little intimidating, and I just have to keep plodding along and I'll make it.
One of my priorities the last year or so has been to enjoy the plodding. Some days I'm more successful at that than others. But that's one of the reasons I enjoy participating in the A to Z Challenge (last year was my first year). I enjoy writing and, in particular, blogging, and interacting with other bloggers.
What are some of the things you do on purpose to enjoy the journey on the way to wherever you're headed?