Today I am faced with a decision. I feel Resistance in all its malevolent glory bearing down on me. I feel generations of getting in your own way pushing back, which is usually good cause to push me forward in some direction. Only today I feel frozen.
Here’s my choice: I can go on an adventure this weekend. Or I can buy a bunch of flooring and install it. Both are fairly expensive.
Here’s the Resistance I was talking about. Installing floor will make the living room look nicer, but it will be a lot of work, probably leave me knotted up in pain for a few days, and really I’m the only one who is going to be looking at it. With the road trip, I can hear generations of the men in my family asking the burning question, “Why would you want to go anywhere?” God I hate that. Yes, gas is $4 per gallon. It puts a lot of miles on my vehicle, and at the time of writing this, it’s already 10am. I’ll be off to a late start.
Living in the almost dead center of the country means that I have to drive a long way to see new things, and it takes a long time to get out of mountains and trees to see something else. Then there’s my dog. You would think hotels would be more accomodating towards pets. They aren’t. If they don’t outright ban you from having pets in the room, they tack on another $70 for the priviledge. It’s not fair to stick Penny with my parents either, since I’m the one who wanted her, not them.
How do these young bohemian travelers with the dogs sporting bandanas around their necks do it? Beats the hell out of me. Maybe that’s the problem. I need to get her a bandana.
If I go anywhere, I understand that my problems will just follow me. As Buckaroo Bonzai says, “Wherever you go, there you are.” But there is a world out there to see and the only thing that is holding me back is my own Resistance. And $4 per gallon gasoline.
I guess the real question is where do I want to go?