What do you do with your sense of adventure in winter? - Tactical Ninja
Jun. 16th, 2011
10:08 am - What do you do with your sense of adventure in winter?
I bought the tickets for my next trip to Hong Kong this morning! This is exciting! This time it will have been 3 and a half months instead of 2 and a half, because of having to save up leave from the last one, and also because some time between now and then we have a Polly going to be a hippy in Canada, and probably/possibly me getting my eyes zapped as well, so there's no room in July for a trip to Hong Kong. But yes! Hong Kong bound again. As you can probably imagine, I'm really looking forward to it.
Yesterday I updated my degree spreadsheet. Yes, I have one of those. Mostly because I knew when I started that I'd be studying so long that I'd forget the requirements before the end, and I wanted to mark progress and figure out my course choices. Anyway, I hadn't looked at it since I picked this year's courses so I had two countem two boxes to change from pink to yellow, and 40 points to add to my total. There are now only four courses to go and I'm done. I know this even though I haven't got the mark for State Crime yet because I got a good enough mark for my essay that I'd already passed the course based on that, so I can safely tick it off.
Which I don't even know if I have. I suspect most people are affected by the season to some extent tbh, but lately I've been feeling quite meh even though to all intents and purposes life has been ticking along nicely, interspersed with the odd exciting thing, and some Big Things. Partly I think it's because I miss Dr Wheel so much, partly it could be because while Mum was sick I got out of the habit of doing things I enjoy (like dancing) and haven't quite got back into them, partly it could be because I feel like I'm in some kind of rut - when I think about what news I have for Dr Wheel or for my blog, I often think "But I haven't done anything interesting." I'm aware that shearing sheep, doing circus classes, helping my friends build a sustainable house, tripping off to Hong Kong periodically, studying Big Important Questions, doing spinning/weaving/fibre art, sewing costumes and raising a teenager are all in the category of 'interesting' but for some reason this feels like it's not enough.
I blame Dad.
Dad, you see, ran away from home at 14 and travelled around England with a boys' choir (he was a baritone), among whom was also Bruce Forsyth. He was a pioneer of underwater salvage and construction when they were still using helmet-tubes, and had to have 26 vaccinations (including one for bubonic plague) before they'd let him dive in the Thames. He worked in a mustard gas camp, repaired runway lights at an airport during the war, owned the lake where all the unused bombs were dropped upon return from the various missions. He did a mysterious 'civil service' job in Cyprus - the only thing he'd tell us about it was that he had to carry a gun and that it had something to do with stopping the Greeks and the Turks from killing each other. He said that the best thing you can do when you go to an unstable country is to run up a few small debts because people won't kill you if you owe them money. He became a dolphin trainer and at one point was a world expert in the live capture and transport of cetaceans. In his old age he was an entertainer, doing stand-up comedy, monologues and playing/singing for groups.
He never stopped trying new things - him and Mum met when she decided she wanted to learn to dive. She claimed he tried to drown her, and 6 months later they were married, and after that they had adventures together - not least of which was taking their two small children and moving to New Zealand on a boat. Yep, when I say my mihi, I have a waka, an actual one. Ko Te Pae Mahutonga te waka. And I grew up on stage doing various forms of entertainment. We moved on average once every three years because my parents were seeking something. As an adult I suspect the something was novelty - and they passed it on.
I come from an adventurous family, and while all the things I do could be described as adventures, I feel like I need more. Yet I'm struggling to motivate myself, never mind to find the time. And the flipside of all that fun and interesting stuff that came with the adventurous family was that I have this deep need to feel secure. My friendships didn't last as a kid because we moved on. We were always a bit different and I was always the new kid. Things were always impermanent, for better or worse. So now, I find myself often torn between seeking adventure and seeking security. Right now, I'm pretty secure but I yearn for adventure, for novelty. Now I'm a bit cannier than I used to be, I'd like to make sure I have security as well, and I'm methodically going about that with my approach to how I'll invest the money I inherited from my adventurous family. But I feel like I need something else.
I am blaming SAD for this, because if I look at it logically I have nothing to complain about. Logic is not my strong point in though, not in application to my own life and how I feel about things - and currently I feel like I need something else. Winter's hibernation doesn't suit my kinaesthetic nature, and handstand classes are only once a week.
So, flist - what do you do to stave off the winter blehs? There is so much combined wisdom over in FlistLand, surely someone has come up with the apple cider vinegar of SAD removal!
This afternoon I am looking at this house. It's the one with the furniture in the photos if you care to take a squiz. I've looked up a few facts about it - the owners want about $55000 over CV for it *yikes*, it's not on the earthquake list, stuff like that. If you care to take a look and provide me with questions to ask/opinions/a slap upside the head and a stern admonition not to be silly, please do.
Mah weaving project is a quarter completed. I don't think it'll be finished in time. ;-/