My life is filled with joy and laughter... except for 50% of the time. This may seem completely pessimistic and odd, but this observation ultimately makes me just as optimistic. It is the less jovial half of my life that helps balance the world and everything in it for me. Think of Newton's Laws of Motion...well, the first one anyway for this particular example: "A body at rest stays at rest, and a body in motion stays in motion, unless it is acted on by an external force." When I am content, (satisfied with the way things are, the way people are), I become lazy and in complete agreement with everything and I remain that way, in all things until someone gently persuades (screams at) me to do something more. This does nothing to push me into immediate action, but eventually I'll find myself in a tailspin trying to make up for all the time I wasted being "content". Please do not misunderstand me...I feel so blessed with so much and my gratitude is limitless for all I have and everyone I know. It just recently occurred to me to create a mental list of all my "half the times" for no other reason than to ponder the meaning of it all. Waxing philosophical is something I tend to do when I'm at a crossroads or validating my reason for coming to that crossroads. Am I doing what I love? Am I treating others the way I would want to be treated? What is for dessert?
Half the time...my favorite, daily coffee drink has just the right amount of vanilla syrup in it and half the time it doesn't, even though I always order it the same way...with an "extra shot of vanilla". What makes this bearable enough that I return every day for my daily fix? I make the daily trip through the drive thru because of the people who work there, who now know me by name. This they know not because they asked me for it in order to scrawl it across the cup to assure I get the right drink at the other end of the counter, but because after seeing me for three days in a row and engaging in small, but significant pockets of conversation they asked me what my name was and proceeded to end every early morning encounter with, "Have a good day, Kim." I reciprocate of course with well wishes for his or her day and I remember that there are people in the world who still want to make a connection with others.
Half the time...I love what I do in my day job to satisfy my mission (as well as the organization's mission) to do what I do for the people I do it for. I know this seems vague, but I don't want to get too entrenched in the particulars of my job except to say that if I could cut the time I'm at work in half, I'd complain about it half the time and that would be divine!
Half the time...I want to sew and/or embroider clothing and linen and for the rest of the time? I just want to scrapbook so I end up looking through a box of mix tapes and dancing my way back into the 80's instead. I could spend an entire Saturday "walking like an egyptian" so this is really not a waste of my time.
Half the time...I want a cupcake for dessert and the other half I want to dive into a vat of vanilla ice cream. Nothing too significant here, just a proclamation of my love for dessert food.
Half the time...I want to read and the other half I want to write. This is a good balance and does not require further contemplation.
Looks like I may be on the right track after all...at least half the time. And really, is that so wrong?
