Sometimes I think about selling my possessions and traveling abroad for months on end...But then I snap back to reality and realize that is a ridiculous thought.
What would I do for money? How would I afford such a lifestyle? Who would take care of my cat? Once those realities set in I reconsider the insane thought.
But the other day I came across Albert Einstein's definition of insanity.
"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Suddenly I realized, maybe ditching my life for an adventure wouldn't be so insane after-all. What's truly nuts is the mundane routine of my life.
- Wake up at 7am (ish)
- Tidy up the apartment
- Shower
- Put on makeup, fix my hair
- Pick out an outfit (A.K.A. Wardrobe Typhoon in my room)
- Pack a lunch
- Love up my cat before heading out the door
- Drive in ridiculous traffic to work (Seriously Los Angeles, invest in some decent public transportation!)
- Work
- Drive home in ridiculous traffic (See note above)
- Run
- Make dinner
- Love up my cat before heading to bed
- Bedtime
BORING.
While I have a few vacations to look forward to in the coming months, I can't help but wish I was brave enough to ditch the comforts of a normal life and live day-to-day as if seeing the world was my full-time job.
It's exciting and dangerous (in a good way, not the fear for my life kind of way) and something I think would make me very happy.
But then another reality sets in...the awareness that I'm not that kind of person. I don't often throw my inhibitions to the wind. I like having a plan. I like knowing a paycheck is coming. Though there's nothing wrong with that (I'm bias, of course) I find it depressing to know how much solace I take in routine.
I will continue to lust for adventure. And someday...I will continue to tell myself. Someday I will be sane enough, and brave enough, to do it.
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