In the past couple of days, it’s occurred to me that my biggest weakness is that I lack a sense of adventure. Sure, I have hobbies and interests, but what’s bothering me right now is that I see everyone else having something that I don’t.
What I want for Christmas is a sense of adventure … of excitement … an ongoing thrill ride.
I didn’t pay much attention to the Iowa-Michigan State football game which crowned a Big Ten Conference champion, except for the final minute of the game. Two of my sports staff colleagues were at the game, and I’m sure came back home kicking and screaming because the Hawkeyes lost.
I don’t have that favorite college team. I don’t have that favorite pro sports team. There are some I wish do well, but I don’t have a methodical following like the many sports friends I have. For a sports writer to not have a favorite college or pro sports team, and to not have any excited interest in such, I’m sure is considered blasphemous.
I don’t have a whole lot of favorite anything. I’ll watch sports, but I don’t care one way or another. I’ll listen to music and read books, but I don’t care one way or another. I’ll watch TV, but I don’t know why – I don’t even have a TV at home.
I don’t have interests in a lot of things that people I see like doing, such as hunting, partying, racing, running, creating, whatever. That’s because, when people think of me, they think that all I do is work and sleep.
And really, all I ever do it seems is work and sleep. Nothing happens when I’m sleeping, and I have nothing to talk about. I have had trouble dreaming for the past couple of years, and I have nothing to share there. When it comes to my journalism work, I leave it all in my article. When it comes to Casey’s, I’ve been doing this long enough where nothing irritates me, shocks me, excites me, etc.; and I usually have nothing to talk about or share about my shifts.
I live alone, I’m single, I’ve never dated, I don’t have any kids. I don’t have a lot of blue-collar technical hand skills. However, I have enough money to tell someone to fix something for me. Why? Because all I do is work. And since I’m me-myself-and-I, all I am working for is me.
I feel like I’m devoid of excitement, and I’m wishing I can get that changed.