Last week I attended a Women’s Leadership Conference in Springfield, MA. The theme was “Be Curious.” Now, I really do enjoy going to this conference and have gone the last three years. It is very inspiring, motivating and I always have some takeaways. Being who I am, of course I run things over in my head continuously, especially after the high of the event has settled back down. Almost a week later, this has led me to different takeaways, one big one in particular.
Random drives. Before my husband and I landed on opposite work schedules almost every weekend was an adventure, even to destination nowhere. We would drive for hours. If we left early enough, it might’ve been a day for Maine, Lake Champlain in Vermont or a scenic drive through upstate New York. Leaving later in the day meant maybe we had dinner on the Cape. Yes, we would drive a couple hours for Wendy’s or Subway on the water at our favorite spot and then drive home an hour or two later.
My point is, those random drives fed my curiosity, my sense of wonder. The only time we were glued to our phones was when it was getting late and we really needed to figure out how to get home. Although, his mother or grandmother has a saying that you’re not lost if you haven’t crossed any oceans. Any way. I also wasn’t glued to my camera. It’s important to SEE what’s around you and not just worry if you got the perfect picture. Don’t get me wrong, I take a lot of pictures, but I don’t hold it up constantly and only look for good pictures.
I realize now part of what could be missing with my writing is curiosity. For me, curiosity and imagination go hand-in-hand. I see an old house and imagine what it might’ve been like to live in that time, or imagine the wildlife that could be hiding in the forest, or what is that hawk thinking as he sits there on that stump… Those random thoughts don’t fly through my head as much as they used to, so I find it harder to focus on the stories in progress. I know it sounds like an excuse, but it’s the best reason I’ve got, because I have *tried* to get those stories moving.
I think I need to find a way to feed my curiosity the way those trips did before. I need to find a way to balance the activities that sap my energy with those that feed it, find more time for activities that make me feel like I’m thriving, not just surviving. Even as I say that in my head, the phrase “find more time” bothers me. It’s more that I need to ditch the activities that don’t add value. A topic for another time…
What if I try mini trips on my own, not as far, but with local parks or sights in mind? The key will be finding a way to make the trip an exciting prospect even though I’m going alone. While I’m not an outgoing social person, I find more reasons to be lazy than to go out when it’s just me. Anyone willing to adopt a thirty-something year old for family outings?? No? If someone won’t adopt me for day trips, maybe I’ll adopt someone else. As odd as it sounds, my mother-in-law may be a good one for that, maybe I can steal her away every other Saturday… Hmm.
Now, to make this work… Mother Nature, can you let it be spring so I can be out and about? Thanks, your trying-to-be curious child.