Below is a photo (from my cell none the less, so excuse the blur) of a view from a co worker’s office. Well, he left about a month ago and I have kept his door open, so I can scoot to the left of my desk, lean my head over and be reminded there is life out there. Having four walls around me most hours of my work day, this view and light shining in (even on cloudy days) is a life line; a window to day dreaming.
As I gazed out this window yesterday I found myself thinking of the trees and a location I use to work at that I can see the tip of when I lean over and stand up a bit. After my few moments of day dreaming it was about lunch time and I caught up on some blog reading of one of my favorite authors; Peter James Lamb. His posts are real, well written, entertaining and inspiring. I found him on Goodreads and then started following his blog posts http://www.peterjameslamb.com/slovenia-blog.html . I recently ordered his book the Midlife of Dudley Chalk and looking forward to reading it as it seems on topic to what I am currently writing about the ‘afterlife’.
I have enjoyed his posts for a few months now and recently, Peter (as I may be so bold to call him by his first name), replied to an email I sent him asking if I could pass on his blog and posts and credit them for a realization I recently had. The email was as inspiring as his posts. So thank you, Peter. For example – http://www.peterjameslamb.com/3/post/2014/03/noise.html – Noise …
After reading about his adventurous move, his ski lessons, sounds reminding him of childhood, how he is exploring his current home – I recalled a time when I had that passion about this city, my city. Even though I have lived near this city my entire life I find it amazing how much there is to still explore.
I use to work even closer to the heart of downtown. I grew up in a very small town outside the ‘big city’, as we called it growing up, even though it was less than an hour away. I still live outside the city in a not as small town, but still smaller than most. The job I had in the heart of things allowed me to explore A LOT during my hour long lunch and directly after work. I found quaint little cafes, book stores, libraries, etc. I even became a regular at a few; called by name as I entered, asked ‘the usual?” by most servers, etc. It was a good feeling living in the peace and working in the midst of artist, writers, dancers, ‘city folk’.
When I started working there in 2003 I was a bit shy and even closed minded; I said I liked new things, and experiences, but never followed through as I was quite content in my little bubble. I met one of the most interesting people ever and still a dear friend to this day while working there. She was from KC and had lived in NY and quite the explorer. She wasn’t closed minded, she lived life to the fullest (still does!). She introduced me to the city, to exploring, to bursting that bubble that I protected so well. After venturing out to a few new places with her, I started exploring on my own (how bold was I?!). I started telling other friends of MY adventures…I had stories to tell, places to recommend, knowledge of events, a ‘usual’ to order, and a calendar that was filling up weekly. I found myself having to turn down invites to events. Me!! – The small town girl who was so content in her bubble!
I took my camera on lunch and dinner dates around the city; inhaling a quick lunch so I could go explore and capture the city on my break or packing up a snack and venturing off to the area parks and spending an afternoon into the evening capturing tree after tree, view after view. I filled journals and notebooks, wrote detailed emails and spoke to all who would listen. I would see a painting at the museum and the next week I’d be in the secluded museum reading room with a stack of old books learning more about it and it’s artist. I day dreamed while living out the dreams, I wrote and was inspired. The more I explored the more creative I got!
Somewhere in 2009, when I left that job, I disconnected with the explorer in me, I wasn’t in the heart of the city anymore, I wasn’t as adventurous, life happened, career got more demanding over the next few years and I built that bubble around me again.
BUT – Peter James Lamb has reminded me to explore. Even if I can’t move out of the country or even the state I can still explore, I can still stir creativity. I had it in me once, it’s sleeping and I’m ready to wake it up again! I’m inspired…I’m eager to learn, I’m ready to shake the inner explorer and pick up where we left off. Not being content with my view I have to scoot and contort to see. I’m ready to be out in the heart of it. Bubble, be prepared to burst.