August 9, 2018 by babylondogs
I’m not the kind of guy who checks the forecast before camping. If it’s rainy that wknd, so what? I will get wet. If I want to do something, I will enjoy it despite the weather. I have a friend who checks days in advance before doing anything. She will check the temperature outside before leaving her house for a run. Gesus, just go running. Deal with the elements when you’re out in them. What if it’s raining? Well, if you’re going to have a picnic, maybe wait. But you can open a damned window to check on that. You don’t need prognosticators. My point? I’m not sure. Maybe I get frustrated with people who don’t want to get a little dirty, or hot, or wet. Are we spoiled? Do we need everything just so? I had no idea it was going to rain the other day when I ran. An hour into my run and the sky fell. I was a sloppy mess when I got back an hour later. Was it less than ideal? Whose ideal? At first I was “Ugh. Here comes the rain.” But I learned to fall in love with it. Cars splashing me and everything. It was an adventure I didn’t plan for. But the unknown is always part of the adventure. If I knew all the variables beforehand, wouldn’t that be boring? I love life. I love it when I run on a cool, sunny spring day, and I love it when the rain is so bad all I’m inhaling is rain water. I guess what I’m saying is: I’m still confused. I really don’t know why the majority of people I know want all the details beforehand. I would rather be surprised. (Because I’m tough enough to withstand the unknown). We all are. Maybe … just maybe (I’m truly not sure) … that we could have a better relationship with the unknown. And not be too harsh interrogating it. Let the unknown take us by surprise a bit more. Maybe live without trying to line everything up. I love a messy life. I no longer fear it. I invite it. Maybe live life like Odysseus rather than meteorologists. Just a meandering thought.