GeorgiaRoller
Exit Stage Left
Wanderlust: a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world.
Guilty as charged.
What occurred to me recently is this...I'm a very pragmatic, usually play it safe, planning type. I've also always had a very structured & predictable work & life schedule/routine. For the past 15yrs for instance I've gotten up at 6am, at the office by 8am, work out for 45 minutes on my lunch break, office closes at 5pm and I'm home by 6pm. Everyday for the past 15yrs. I have a "Job" not a "Career". They are two very different things. I have a good job, pays the bills, provides for my family...etc...but it is just a "job" none-the-less. But it's not what I live for. My hours never change, no floating or rotating schedules, no OT (I'm salaried) and we're simply not open on the weekends. The pro's are I have a very dependable & predictable schedule with no juggling. I have every weekend off and I can plan easily. The Con's are well...it's predictable, controlled and unchanging.
Predictable, controlled and very structured...while it makes me a reliable & contributing member of society...it leaves little to the imagination or what scraps of creativity might be hiding in the deepest shadows of my somewhat lifeless corpse at times.
Enter Wanderlust. I think when you live or have lived life somewhat how I have for so many years most eventually get a burning desire to just simply do something else. In fact to do the exact opposite of what you normally do. Sit in front of a computer 40hrs a week at the office, then on the weekend skydive naked and insist people refer to you as "The Maestro".
Last Friday was one such day for me...minus the naked skydiving and silly weekend persona. But I do have a motorcycle. I fired that inline 4cyl ******* up and rode. I told myself, don't plan, don't come up with a route, just get on the damn thing and see where it takes you, be spontaneous for the love of all that's holy! And so I did.
I rode, I headed north, I knew not what destination lay in front of me. It didn't matter. I wasn't in the office, I was riding. I passed rivers and lakes and mountain tops and other two wheeled brethren who insisted on acknowledging my existence with a secret two finger downward salute. They weren't in the office either on a Friday. We were kindred spirits. And by the looks of many of my leather clad brothers on powerful V-Twins, the only office's they've ever stepped into before where to plead Nolo Contendere for various misc charges. But we were brothers none-the-less.
But as I type this top of mind here on a rainy Sunday morning a new thought pops into my head.
****!!! I GOT TO GO TO WORK TOMORROW!!!
They say all good things must come to an end. But on Friday...Friday was two-wheeled poetry in motion.
Guilty as charged.
What occurred to me recently is this...I'm a very pragmatic, usually play it safe, planning type. I've also always had a very structured & predictable work & life schedule/routine. For the past 15yrs for instance I've gotten up at 6am, at the office by 8am, work out for 45 minutes on my lunch break, office closes at 5pm and I'm home by 6pm. Everyday for the past 15yrs. I have a "Job" not a "Career". They are two very different things. I have a good job, pays the bills, provides for my family...etc...but it is just a "job" none-the-less. But it's not what I live for. My hours never change, no floating or rotating schedules, no OT (I'm salaried) and we're simply not open on the weekends. The pro's are I have a very dependable & predictable schedule with no juggling. I have every weekend off and I can plan easily. The Con's are well...it's predictable, controlled and unchanging.
Predictable, controlled and very structured...while it makes me a reliable & contributing member of society...it leaves little to the imagination or what scraps of creativity might be hiding in the deepest shadows of my somewhat lifeless corpse at times.
Enter Wanderlust. I think when you live or have lived life somewhat how I have for so many years most eventually get a burning desire to just simply do something else. In fact to do the exact opposite of what you normally do. Sit in front of a computer 40hrs a week at the office, then on the weekend skydive naked and insist people refer to you as "The Maestro".
Last Friday was one such day for me...minus the naked skydiving and silly weekend persona. But I do have a motorcycle. I fired that inline 4cyl ******* up and rode. I told myself, don't plan, don't come up with a route, just get on the damn thing and see where it takes you, be spontaneous for the love of all that's holy! And so I did.
I rode, I headed north, I knew not what destination lay in front of me. It didn't matter. I wasn't in the office, I was riding. I passed rivers and lakes and mountain tops and other two wheeled brethren who insisted on acknowledging my existence with a secret two finger downward salute. They weren't in the office either on a Friday. We were kindred spirits. And by the looks of many of my leather clad brothers on powerful V-Twins, the only office's they've ever stepped into before where to plead Nolo Contendere for various misc charges. But we were brothers none-the-less.
But as I type this top of mind here on a rainy Sunday morning a new thought pops into my head.
****!!! I GOT TO GO TO WORK TOMORROW!!!
They say all good things must come to an end. But on Friday...Friday was two-wheeled poetry in motion.
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