It's weird how life can strike you with the sudden sense of urgency when you realize you're going to miss an opportunity. I didn't really care about the eclipse. I was curious about it, it sounds neat, but I really don't know what I'm missing. What I missed before.
But that's it. I don't want to miss it again if I don't have to. Who cares about a day of work or a day of preschool? Will I remember those days 20 years from now? I'm sure I won't. But I'm confident I'll remember it if I go. The next time one comes, 20 years from now, I'll be able to tell my kids about how I made the decision the night before, drove them for hours to watch something for 2 minutes, and the laughter and fun we had along the way.
We can make life an adventure, or we can just let the days blur into one another. We are given choices like this all the time. Sometimes the relaxation of the blur is nice. Other times, it's strikingly fear inducing that some chances don't come around often.
Is this just FOMO - yes. Why do I suddenly care? Probably because it isn't happening for another 20 years. Probably because I'm disappointed I missed out on the last time. But I still want it. It's worth it to me to figure it out, to take the chance at the adventure.
All I can hope is that I can get her to see it too, to look forward to that with me too, and to see this as part of me. I love spontaneity. It makes me feel alive. I hope she can jump on board with me and seize the day when it is upon us.
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