#514: What Color Is Your Life?
Friday, October 07, 2011
What color is your life?
Lately mine has been a blah gray. Oh, sure, there have been occasional periods of brilliant red, vivid blues and greens and bright yellow but those have been overwhelmed by long periods of muddy brown and coal black.
Most of this blandness is, I'm certain, due to boredom, with every day seeming to be just as every other day. My best friends live in Texas and Wisconsin so with my being in Florida we rarely see each other. My brother and sister each live about 20 minutes from me yet I see them perhaps twice a year on a holiday. They don't call or visit, claiming they are too busy.
And, unfortunately, like most people, because of finances and pets, I am not able to pick up and travel. So each day becomes one of catching up with Internet connections, doing yardwork when it needs to be done and decluttering and cleaning the house when the mood hits.
While I serve on a city and a county advisory board -- Criminal Nuisance Abatement Board and Commission on Aging -- those provide interaction only every quarter for the former and every other month for the latter. In between, we are prohibited by the state's sunshine law of communicating with other board members about board business.
I am producing a book for adult reading students -- a long-term six to 12 months project from completion and is a solitary endeavor, although every couple of months I do meet with two other writers, discuss the book's progress and get their thoughts on it.
I do bowl in a league once a week and practice once or twice but other than at league don't see my teammates. They, like my brother and sister, say their lives are so busy they don't have extra free time available.
So my days are filled with boredom, days of gray, without excitement.
What would drive my passion? I don't know. I've looked at many volunteer opportunities without any one popping out and grabbing my interest.
And so I ask myself, "How can I get more days of red or blue, green or yellow or purple?"
Then I think of you, my Internet friends, and wonder:
What color are your lives?