blogging from the road. Not beside the road at a hotel…I’ve done that before. Not next to the road in a campground, I’ve done that too. I mean, I’m literally on a fucking road in a car blogging at 80 miles per hour! Specifically, I-49 E straight for New Orleans. Passenger side. After 5 days and almost 2,000 miles of road behind me…from Los Angeles to Arizona to Colorado to New Mexico to Texas to Oklahoma back to Texas then finally into Louisiana!
I’d be drop dead exhausted if I weren’t so freaking excited!
June is about inspiration, and nothing inspires me more than adventure. Road trips make me so happy and fulfilled I will put up with and do just about anything for them. Even when it was 110% guaranteed that I’d have multiple kids puking in the minivan due to a genetic oversensitivity to carsickness, the cleanup was worth it. Even when whining and crankiness from the same pukers in the backseat was also guaranteed in direct proportion to how long we were on the road, it was still worth it. It was worth doing laundry on the go in laundromats, extreme budgeting and only eating ramen so we could afford it, and the hyperorganization it took on my part so I stayed on course without losing any children along the way. One time I brought my 4 nieces and nephews on a road trip and in effect had 7 kids between the ages 4 and 10. I loved every second of it.
That’s the power of inspiration. When working in its zone, we become superhuman. We can do more, think clearer, and be happier.
What inspires you? Do that more.
I can’t go on road trips 24/7, but there are other things that inspire me. Music, food, fun.
Things that don’t inspire me: cleaning, organizing, budgeting, paying bills, laundry, grocery shopping, meal planning. Drudgery. I used to force myself to do it, though, because isn’t that what we’re all taught? Work before play. Discipline.
It seems that in our culture, a benchmark for maturity is how much you can make yourself do without wanting to. It almost becomes mandatory. I counted how many times my friends have said to me, “I don’t want to do …x, y, z…but I don’t have a choice.” And it ended up being a high number of times. Most of us run around doing shit like someone is putting a gun to our heads.
This is bullshit.
We always have a choice in our own lives.
This week, only do what you want to do. Wait to be inspired to do something before you do it.
Doesn’t that sound frivolous and irresponsible?!
Maybe it will be at first. Maybe you’ll be so punch drunk on freedom you’ll stop cooking and cleaning for the full 7 days. Maybe the laundry will pile up and everyone will run out of clean clothes and have to cobble socks together with staples and tape to cover themselves. Maybe you’ll boycott food shopping and you all will live like savages for the week, scrounging around the cupboard for crumbs. Maybe your kids will wander around in their sad sock clothes, begging your neighbors for small pieces of bread. Maybe you’ll not go into work all week and get fired. Thank god your family will already know how to live on crumbs and frankensteinian sock tunics.
Or maybe just knowing you don’t have to do it will give you space to realize that you still want to do it because it makes everyone you love so happy. Or you’ll realize that what you do is important and needed. Maybe you take a little break and the people you love realize and become appreciative of what you choose to do for them.
Who knows what will happen, isn’t that the nature of the challenge?! What is the worst thing that can happen? What is the best? There are worse things than absolute chaos and upheaval for a week. 7 days isn’t a crazy long time. Fuck, last year I boycotted baking for the whole 365 days. If it wasn’t frozen or easily reheated, I didn’t make it. The kids were confused at first. Then worried. Then a little sad. Then they learned how to cook things they wanted. Then they told me how much they loved when I used to bake muffins and shit for them. Then they told me how much better home cooked meals were than frozen and even restaurant meals were. Then they asked me what they could do for me to help me have enough energy to cook again. My son even offered to go to IKEA (a store he’d usually whine and complain about going to) and let me take as much time as I wanted walking around the kitchen section so I could buy stuff to use for baking. As I gradually gotten back into making stuff (small steps…muffins and breakfasts mostly…) I’ve never seen more appreciative kids. And I’ve never felt so happy about choosing to bake. It’s been great!
So, remember. If you hear yourself saying, “I don’t want to do …x,y,z… but I have no choice!” don’t do it this week. Find what inspires you and use it to do what you want to do. You always have a choice in your life. Choose to do more of what inspires you.Share Tweet