I’ve found an awesome WordPress blog/site called, “The Daily Post.” It’s a spot that gives little writing challenges for people to follow. They provide questions/seedlings to get you thinking and writing. Exactly what this little blogling (kind of like a fledgling, but bloggier) needs! Here’s a question:
“If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?”
The one event that I would speed up if I could would be the time between being freed from an activity and getting into the warm confines of my home. That is perhaps the longest drag of the day for me, no matter where I am or what I am doing prior to hopping into my car.
Generally, I can be found at one of my workplaces. Yes, I’m a fool librarian with 1.5 jobs at different libraries…but, I love my job. I am excited about it; I have passion and ambition that I’ve gained in the last 5 years that I haven’t had in any other job…ever. What that means, though, is that I am always “on.” Because I am so enthralled and involved in my day, I very rarely stop and take breaks…often, you’ll find me talking about work when I’m NOT there because it’s such an ingrained part of my life. I let this job light a fire under me, and I have a hard time getting away from it simply because I don’t often actively seek to be away from it.
I also, wonder of wonders, thoroughly enjoy running errands. Errand has such a negative connotation, but in the end, I’m always getting things crossed off of my to-do list. I am a shopper in general, but the fact that I’m out at Target or the like and enjoying myself borders on strange. Grocery shopping is acceptable…because I need to eat. Stocking up the toilet paper and the body wash are important because, well…you know what they say about cleanliness. I get some weird sense of accomplishment that I am pretty sure originated back when I was a kid in school.
I love being out and about and lively…that’s what it all boils down to.
But my home, oh my home!. It’s not much: one bedroom, one bath, second floor. It lacks central air (window units FTW), and the tub and I are in a perennial battle for control of the drain. The hardwood floors are original, and the windows are a tad bit drafty…but, those are things are charming, not hindering. That’s the place I get to play Food Network and cook things “a la Hovanec.” It’s the place where my hard work is always appreciated (by me, the sole inhabitant and heir to the throne).
My couches, DVR and TV are always ready and willing to accept me. My Valerie Bertinelli lamp and the pillows I bought YEARS ago just to put on my very own first couch are there. I fall into the nooks and crannies of my little oasis and get comfortably lost there, just reading, napping or laughing. I have THE best coffee table whose top rises up and is perfect for dinner and a movie, or for playing board games with Roy.
The whole home-thing is so much more than a few walls that you pay a rent or mortgage for. I realize that now.
That drive, though. Whether I’m 20 minutes away or 1 hour away, that time in the car is quite unbearable. I’m always ready to get into relax mode, and driving is a pretty intense thing for me. Sometimes I’m running late. I can be a bit of a speed demon, but always with good intentions. I can hate waiting at a particular light for a long time. But, when you’ve got something as wonderful as your own home waiting for you, who wouldn’t want the time to move more quickly?
What about you? What moment or activity in the day would you speed up or slow down?