It was time…
It’s hard to believe but this pandemic has been going on now for over 365 days. To the point where it feels normal to live like this – no restaurants, no concerts, no friendly gatherings. Each day feels the same and includes too many hours sitting at a screen, feeling like there is no end in sight. Weekends offer some variation, but they are usually filled with chores, with going to the grocery store being some sort of highlight. At first it might have seen that all the things around the house that had been avoided for so long might get done, but nah…
Why? Because we are so burned the fuck out by the time the week is out that all we can do is sit on the couch like a couple of zombies watching stupid shit on Netflix. It’s no way to live. We are meant to be primal and out in nature. And ok, the van is anything but primal, but it will allow for the right conditions to be created. It’s to the point, where if it is not easy, it doesn’t happen. Because it has become easier to just watch TV or worst yet just sit down at the computer and work.
So, yes, I am avoiding all of the chores that ‘must’ get done. I am avoiding the home improvements, the to-do lists, and the temptation to work for a chance to make sure that I am living my days in ways that won’t be forgettable. When I am old, if I am so lucky to get old, I’m not going to remember that I got my laundry done or that I cleaned out that closet or whatever bullshit I tell myself that I have to do. I am going to remember trips and adventures with the ones that I love the most. I am going to remember the hikes, the paddles, the campfires, and the joy that simplicity brings.
Perhaps one day, we’ll walk away from it all and this will be our home. Until then, my weekends are mine again.
