So here I am, writing a blog on my magic iphone while rolling down the road in the band van (lovingly called Bertha) through the first major winter storm to hit the north/northeast this winter. Sound like fun? Don’t let my rosy description fool you – it’s really a blast. Like Mr. Urban said, we’re making memories – and I love it. Sometimes “really living” is like eating healthy or getting in shape, we convince ourselves that we’ll do it later but then we wake up one day and realize we’ve procrastinated our way into a dull eventless life. I’m not preaching. Well maybe I am but I’m preaching to myself because I’m the world’s biggest procrastinator (thats right, world champ. You’re welcome). But in this little adventure of ours I have 3 other people crammed into this little van to kick my butt into stepping outside of my coccoon to taste the flavors (both sweet and bitter) of true living. Thanks guys. Tears. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we have grown so accustomed to the familiar – I drink Starbucks not because its my favorite coffee but because I know what I’m going to get. And settling for familiarity is safer than the risk of trying something new only to be disappointed that it’s not the best. But what about when it is the best? I had the most amazing breakfast in Bisbee, AZ (thanks Wendy!) but what made it amazing was that I had no familiar expectations going in, I just began to eat and was blown away. I guess thats where I see the merit in the unknown. Don’t take me to the nationwide chain store – take me to the local hole in the wall. It may suck, but it may be the best I’ve ever had. And that, class, will do it for me. Put your homework on my desk before you leave.
- Prof. Jonathan