I’m sitting here at the dining room table, the dogs and I are the only ones up and about in the house. The girls had ridiculously early soccer games today, and they are out to breakfast with a friend. Everybody else got to take advantage of a bit of a lazy Saturday morning. Part of me is jealous, part of me is happy. I like time like this. I like time where I can be alone with my thoughts, in this case writing them down, but most of the time just sitting with them and thinking about things. Truthfully I think this is why I love hunting and fishing as much as I do. I am able to stay busy “doing something” i.e. waiting for that bobber to go down, while also letting myself think of whatever. This doesn’t have to be earth shattering stuff, sometimes the nonsense is the most fun to think about. For these same reasons I like working in the yard, or pretty much any other monotonous chore. Sometimes maybe it is the big stuff and that is just as fun. I know plenty of times I’ll get back from a run, another thing that definitely aids in allowing yourself time to ponder, and I’ll talk Laura’s ear off for a good 20 minutes about anything from a joke that I find utterly hilarious to goals for the next week, or year or whatever. Sometimes what I have to talk about is simply an idea I’ve got for that stupid book case that’s been sitting in the garage taking up space. Thinking and pondering are the important things here, the what is somewhat irrelevant.
I guess my point here is that in this world of constant distractions, I enjoy finding time to put all that aside, unplug from pretty much everything and listen to what I’ve got to think about. It is way too easy to get sucked into the day to day and everything that needs to get done. The truth of the matter is that there is very little in this life that “needs” to be done. There’s a Sturgill Simpson song that I really like called “LIving the Dream” where he says “ I don’t have to do a Goddamn thing except sit around and wait to die.” While that can be viewed as quite the pessimistic outlook, I choose to view it as quite optimistic, there is really next to nothing that HAS to be done. When it gets down to it, we’re all doing just that, sitting around waiting to die.(I don’t think I’ve ever written a more negative sentence than that in my whole life) It’s what we do when we are “sitting around” that matters, and I guess when you look at it through that lens, taking time to listen to yourself really doesn’t seem like that big a deal. Yet if you’re like me it doesn’t happen nearly enough.