Sunday, August 1, 2010

aaand... Repeat.

Last night I was telling a friend that I feel like I live in the movie Groundhog Day. Although I have referenced that movie in another post, you should not infer that it is my favorite movie. It's just that it happens to have a significant resemblance to my life. 

Anyway, we were discussing the restless point at which we've both arrived. The point at which we are dissatisfied with the status quo. She, being unencumbered by children's school schedules, spouse's work obligations, and other entanglements, is considering making a drastic change to her repetitive life. Me? I am not so flexibly situated.

We discussed her dreams of moving to Europe, Asia, California... And my willingness to visit her in any or all of those exotic locations.  I have to admit, the potential for her to pick and move on a whim is more than a little appealing to me.  Not that I'd ditch my family (really, I swear that I wouldn't!  lol), but there is certainly something appealing about her freedom to change course at will. 

After concluding my wistful pondering of her independence, I decided that maybe it's my own fault that I live in Groundhog Day.  And maybe, just maybe, relocation wouldn't really resolve anything anyway.  After all, for the foreseeable future my life will consist intermittently of packing lunches, walking to the bus stop, afternoon carpools, puking, laundry, washing dishes, cooking, cleaning toilets, and sundry other chores/obligations/duties/privileges.  And all of those things will be a part of my life whether I live right here, or somewhere beachy and tropical...  But maybe I can still extract myself from this persistent, cinematic cycle.

Since I will be doing all the above whether it's here or somewhere else, maybe it's what else I'm doing that I need to modify.  The Boy and I took an excursion to the bike shop on Friday.  I have to say, all those shiny new bikes, helmets with cool graphics, and other nifty doodads made me (if only briefly) reconsider my prohibition on cycling.  But then I reflected on why I ended my stinted cycling phase...  And I remembered that my girlie parts just didn't appreciate that specific form of exercise.  So, I guess that I am stuck in the movie until I can find another outlet for my entertainment needs.  I've considered golf--but who has that much extra time in a day?  I've considered going to the gym...  OK, it was never a serious consideration.  I contemplated cooking classes, but my hips and thighs are begging me to reconsider...  Maybe I'll just take up Olympic-level Shopping.  I'm pretty good at shopping...  Or speed racing!  I can practice while I drive the carpools!  Now, that's an idea worth investigating!


TravelByTurtle said...

You've already achieved Olympic level shopping. Guess it's speed racing....

TravelByTurtle said...

A BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!

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