I read something today that projected 10 years into the future. Right now I have sheets on the bed that are 11 years old; they’re a tactile delight. I can’t recall if I had any notion of my future 11 years ago. I remember that the sheets were costly but I knew they’d last a long time so I wasn’t dismayed by the expense. They were something we needed, rather than something I wanted. Using the Christian Children’s Fund method of computation those sheets cost about 4¢ a day.
Ten years from now seems like a long time. I know it won’t be. I stopped imagining the distant future sometime in the 80s, when it became apparent that I wouldn’t be doing what I had intended to do for any length of time because the boredom was excruciating. I like to plan for today, today. I have an aversion to the pressure inherent in strategic planning. When I think of the distant future I imagine something different, Somewhere Else.
I’m a happy malcontent. Like Goldilocks I want to be somewhere that is “just right”. Here is not remotely close to just right. Not remotely close- a far distance, stranded in the middle of the desert without water, left in beautiful desolate Siberia, in a swimsuit, with nary a towel for warmth. The only reason I’m here is because my husband is here, he’s here because the descendants are here and I suggested we relocate to be close to them because it was the right thing to do. We made a life here while I wasn’t looking.
Ten years from now is unimaginable. I hope we’re happy, healthy, and Somewhere Else.
No matter where I go, there I am. ;-P
your last sentence sums it up….happy, healthy, somewhere else 🙂
Just like you, my inspiration for the post.
Sigh… that is how I ended up in San Diego. I hate it here. I miss the Bay Area every day.
The challenge is to seek happiness in today. It’s problematic when all I can imagine is more todays for the rest of my life, here. As I constantly remind myself- it could be a lot worse. I could have totally missed the opportunity of just now looking out my office window to see the hummingbird hovering above the marigolds in the window box.
You didn’t waste any air on that sigh, by the way.
I try to look at the flowers and clouds and birds and babies. Keeps me sane… sort of…
Lovely post! 😎
Happy to see you, Judith!
Thank you — back with bells on!
Loved the Christian Children’s Fund computation! (Wish I’d have thought of it!)
I hope you make it to your “happy place”—wherever that might be.
A vacation would be a step in the right direction. The good thing is I am not alone and my experience is not unique. That CCF computation still makes me grin.
Happy malcontent? Hmmm… I totally relate to that. I think I may have to steal that phrase from you….
Use it liberally!
Having found Somewhere Else, I’m trying to figure out how to keep it hidden. And I don’t trust anyone who isn’t a malcontent.
You always make me laugh!
Hey I think that Christian Children’s Fund wanted to be somewhere else as well. They are now going by the handle of Childfund. Wow. Was Christian hurting the brand? But I digress. I’m the Chairman Of The Board of boredom, so forget ten years … try ten days, or there about, and I’m pimpin’, to who matters, let’s go bake the Big Apple, or haul ass to Asheville, maybe try three of four seasons in Santa Fe. But she’s a Chi-Town girl with aging parents in the area…so I understand. And “she” never bores me.
That’s the real deal isn’t it? Loving someone who is engaging. I may be a lot of things but bored ain’t among them.
Yes, the word Christian has picked up a negative connotation, time to rebrand.