In order to combat the staggering out-of-dateness of my blog, I shall be writing two happiness tasks per blog. My present day task along side the next task I should be writing about. Eventually I’ll be up-to-date 🙂
Be Vicarious Day 96 – “Vicarious happiness is only slightly less impossible than vicarious breathing.” ~ me
What in life can truly be experienced vicariously? Probably nothing. However, if I had to choose, perhaps it would heartbreak & death. Traveling the world I’d rather do myself. Until I get around to it though, I will greedily fill my happiness bucket with hand me down travel tales.
I once had the totally sane idea to sell everything and backpack around the world, writing about our adventures and selling the articles to travel magazines, homeschooling the kids along the way, maybe finding a nice place to hide out for a few years. As that was at the beginning of the end of my marriage, I’m sure there is pseudo psychology galore to delve into there, but it turns out I’m not the only one with crazy travel ambitions.
A woman I know personally and would describe as having a fabulous, yet perfectly sane family, did recently backpack around Europe. They blogged their travels. They home schooled the kids. They lived my dream. And even more recently, I un-enviously sipped and savoured my way through her stories, broadened my view of the world through her eyes, and felt somehow more sophisticated just for knowing her.
And then we talked about relationships and work and the weather. We gossiped, we shared, we hugged, we commiserated and congratulated, we laughed and enjoyed, and we could have been any two women anywhere in the world.
What in life should never be attempted vicariously? Probably everything. Definitely not friendship. That’s one experience I’d travel the world for.
Flying Day 113 –
If manifested surely irks;
Like river speeding to the plain,
On its arrival slows and murks.
For man is happy only in
His aspiration to the heights;
When he attains his goal, he cools
And longs for other distant flights.” ~
- the panic of overweight baggage
- the adrenaline rush of patting yourself down for tickets and documentation every 5 minutes
- the vicarious emotion from witnessing long hug holds between those about to step onto the Hogwarts platform and those being left behind
- the insanity of chugging a bottle of water just to pass the security check point and then refill it from a fountain 5 feet away…
- the realization that I have not paid for parking and need to exit the secured area in order to do so and then re-chug the water to pass through security again…
- the prayer that the plane has a working bathroom because the secured waiting area in small airports does not
- the sound of suppressed excitement between strangers pretending to preoccupy their time with books and music, seating themselves as far from each other as possible, glancing furtively to determine who they are about to be shoulder rubbing on the plane and wondering if they should have taken more Cold FX and if that baby is going to cry during the whole flight
- the way the air changes between the airport and the plane
And then I am on the plane. My hands tremble with the thrill of unwrapping the hard candy that I will pop into my mouth only once the plane starts moving. My hands are still tingling as I unwrap the second candy just minutes later. This time I wait. I wait for the feeling of being gently melded to my seat, the ear pulsing push of the magical machine hurtling down the runway. I pop the candy, touch my fingers to my neck for the security of my St. Christopher, close my eyes, and as I feel the lift, that imperceptible shift of gravity – of reality – I inhale. For a moment it feels as though my expanding lungs are lifting my body and I am flying. For a moment, there is magic.
So…it has come to this !
Friends who meet you at the airport in fancy cars with a hot travel mugs of tea are out of this world. Wonder if I’d get that same treatment from couchsurfing …
Rating: Vicarious Day (9 out of 10)
- Itchy feet – 4 out of 5 (getting together with old friends is always exciting)
- Twitch – I’d be ok with experiencing twitches vicariously
- Happy hour – 5 out of 5 (getting together with friends that know the right things to say is better than exciting)
Rating: Flying Day (9 out of 10)
- Itchy feet – 4 out of 5 (ok positively trembling with glee, but one point docked for a 4 am start)
- Twitch – even at 30, 000 feet
- Happy hour – 5 out of 5 (when the plane lands successfully, it can’t be anything but a 5 out of 5)
What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.
Tomorrow: Dance and Dance in the Rain. Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.