Sometimes I long for a simpler life with less technology, where staying busy isn’t needed or necessary. Where its okay to be bored or just do one task at a time. I wonder if this will ever come back around to being the norm. Maybe I’m an old-fashioned woman for thinkin’ that way. I know it’s very rare as these things just don’t happen anymore but just maybe the world will get tired of being busy someday.
Most people want instant gratification, something quick and easy, in all areas of life; it would seem. Conversations are now text messages, you literally never have to speak to a person to communicate with them. You can do almost everything without ever speaking, seeing or touching another human. Crazy and fascinating both.
I’m not sure dating even exists anymore, it seems to be more about “hooking up” or “hanging out”. Relationships are few and situationships are many. What does that even mean??? Maybe people are too busy for all of that, what with jobs, careers, kids, spouses, the ex’s, parents, hobbies, the kids hobbies, friends, parties, events and holidays. Whewwww! That’s life though, everything happening really fast and at the same time. Is it all getting to be too much? Are we ever gonna slow it down?
In my perfect world I’d wake up early and enjoy a hot cup (or two or three, ok maybe four) of coffee while watching the sun come up. No gadget to waste away on, just the quiet of the sun rise and the smell of hazelnut coffee. Just to breathe in deeply as the world winds up tighter and tighter for another busy day of too much busyness. After watching the day start then I could get started on refinishing a piece of furniture.
I like being able to take my time to see the piece come back to life. The sound of the sanding becomes music in my head with the steady rhythm it has. When I’ve stripped away years and years of abuse and can blow away the debris, I almost feel like the piece has taken its first breath again. After all the ugly is removed is when I can really see and appreciate the beauty that was there all along. Now its raw and exposed and ready to be loved again. And don’t we all need to be treated liked that from time to time?
I’ve found some kind of peaceful joy in planting and growing food and flowers. To take a seed, care for it and watch it grow to fulfill its purpose by feeding me in return. Amazing! It takes some patience on my part but I get so much more satisfaction from eating something I’ve grown as opposed to something I’ve bought. The same kind of appreciation happens when I hang sheets/towels to dry outside. I don’t know what the sun does to make them smell and feel so much better than being pulled from a dryer.
It would seem that the more patient I have to be, the more satisfaction I get from the end result. The more time I invest into something, the more I appreciate it. When I make it or grow it myself, I tend to provide more care for it. I guess maybe I am a little more old-fashioned and possibly on my way to oldish. I like that about me.