Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Live Large, Live Long

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            As I’m sure most of you know, I got laid off a few months ago, back at the end of August.  At the time I thought it would be a great opportunity to take advantage of not having anything I had to do in order to do more of the things I wanted to do. 
            I thought that I could use the time spent writing – try to finish another novel, revive the blog, and “get shit done.”  What I didn’t realize, however, was that by staying at home I was basically shutting myself away from the very world I wanted to write about. 
            Now don’t get me wrong – I love my house (the new one, that is – our old apartment in Salem was…  Well, in Salem), but in staying home to write I was neglecting the most important part of writing – which is to live a life worth writing about.  I was afraid to leave the house because my unemployment benefits/insurance, being a finite amount, were going to dry up eventually, and I didn’t want to spend money that wasn’t, necessarily, going to be replenished.
            That was a mistake.
            Jump forward to today which started out with a massive depression kicking me in the teeth.  What caused it is unimportant, as it passed soon enough with the help of a good friend (who also happens to be a professional counselor), but I spent a little while beating myself up over a series of “If Only” thoughts.  If only X-Y-Z, then where would I be?  What would I be doing?  I spent too long a time staring at my computer wondering these things and letting it get the better of me until Jason called and set my head on straight again, so I was feeling better.
            Then I took up Ruth’s idea of hitting up a movie during the day while she was at work.
            As a quick aside here, I don’t even want to imagine where I’d be or what I’d be doing if I didn’t have Ruth.  It’s a cold, dark place without her and I’m fairly certain I’d be languishing in some self-made hell if I didn’t have her in my life making every day better.
            So Ruth, knowing me so well, let me know that she would not be upset if I went out and caught a movie during the day sometime, so I went to go see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.
            It’s not the book, it’s not a remake of the Danny Kaye movie – it is its own thing and it was brilliant.  The movie was about an hour of incredible awesomeness, fifteen minutes of kinda crap, then another 45-minutes of amazing.  Seriously, go see it, I highly recommend it.
            Anyway, I came out of the movie feeling great again and more important than anything else it reminded me of a simple fact…
            The first and best reason to do something or go somewhere, is that you haven’t yet.
            When I went to Japan back in 2003 I spent the first month there paralyzed by fear and uncertainty.  It’s a very strange feeling to be somewhere wholly alien to you; where nothing is familiar and it makes it nearly impossible to find comfort.  You don’t know the words you overhear on the street, you don’t know how to read the signs and advertisements surrounding you, and IM chats on the computer are a distant second to actual human interaction.  I spent quite a lot of money going to the movies because they were comforting to me – they were something familiar that I could visit and feel like I’d found a piece of home.  There was only one other person I’d really connected with when I first arrived (another teacher) and he lived rather far away and I’m not very big on long phone calls, so I was very isolated.
            My sister, gods bless her, came to visit at one point as she was on her way to Taiwan or Singapore (I don’t remember where she was headed on that particular adventure of hers), and it really helped me out.  But as a veteran world traveler she helped get my head on straight and encouraged me to go exploring.
            That right there turned a nightmare trip that I was beginning to think was a huge mistake into one of the best times of my life.
            There’s a story in a Robert Fulghum book where he talks about the old-time pioneers and explorers and how, on the first night of any trip they would always camp out within easy distance of home.  This was done so that if they realized that they’d forgotten something or something broke or someone got sick early, they could easily get back and get it taken care of.  So it was with this mindset that I began to explore Japan.  From my front door, I’d turn left and walk a few blocks, check out the scenery, the landscape, the shops, and then I’d head back.  The next day I’d turn right and do the same.  The next day I’d do it again but maybe take a different route home.  So on and so forth until I could pretty much go anywhere and see or do anything with no fear of getting lost.  The times I did get lost were ever better, I found, because the fear and uncertainty was kind of a thrill.  I’d done it enough that I knew that I could get home eventually if I really needed to, so I might as well take advantage of the situation and really check things out and find something new.
            As I’ve gotten older I think I’ve lost some of that.  I’ve let the weight of the world push me down in a lot of ways and put the fear of “things that might be” inside my head which is silly – if something might happen, then there’s also a very very good chance it might not happen, so why worry about it anyway?
            Living here, close to Portland (easily one of my favorite cities on the planet), and surrounded by every bit of geography I could hope for, there’s literally no real reason I can think of not to explore and take advantage of it.  I’m married to the best traveling partner I could ever hope to have; who is equally adventurous and loves taking trips and quite often keeps me from rushing headlong into danger (often, but not always), so why the hell shouldn’t I go see the world I live in?
            22 days into the year might be a little too late to make a New Year’s Resolution, but I don’t care (this is my blog, after all, if you don’t like it go read someone else).  I thought long and hard about what to “resolve” this year and nothing had taken hold – not the usual “eat better” or “lose weight” or “get in shape” or any of the other self-serving masturbatory resolutions that so many people swear to themselves, but this one shines bright in my mind.
            Go more places.
            Do more stuff.
(And take more pictures – but that’s kind of a side-note to the first two)
            So that’s the plan.  For those of you who are already doing something similar, I thank you for the inspiration and hope you do even more.  For those of you who aren’t, do it.  Try it.  Start small and build up. 
            We’ve got one chance on this planet, and we all get the same amount of time here – you’ve got precisely one lifetime, so live it.
            I’m gonna go look some stuff up and make some plans for the rest of this week.  I’ll let you know how it goes...  After all, isn't that what blogs are for?   *grin*

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