I am very excited to be flying out to California soon for my cousin’s wedding. It isn’t the flying I am excited about – it is the wedding, the wine, the family; the flying is just a part of it.
Flying has never bothered me one way or another. Although I know there are extremes: some people are deathly afraid of flying and then you have some like my friend who told me this morning they love to fly.
He reiterated the phase that it is safer than driving then added, “Pilots don’t text.”
Never thought of it that way, and come to think of it – there are no teenage pilots, another bonus.
I think sometimes things become so mundane or ordinary that we just don’t even think about them anymore. But then someone says something like that and it puts a new little twist on it.
How often do we start becoming a series of habits instead of actually participating in our lives, our work, our family and our own self?
Guilty as charged – I’m not throwing stones here.
Don’t get me wrong, routines are good. Consistency brings security and helps us feel a sense of balance and control within our own little worlds. But when our lives become just a series of routines without thought, feeling or intent that is when we start loosing pieces of ourselves.
When our routines stop producing the results we want then that can really freak us out. Or when we look back and say, “I can’t do this because every time I do this end result happens” because we are so entrenched in routines and habits then it is a problem. We no longer see celebratory moments.
Recently I added a little excursion in my week. My friend and I meet up Wednesday nights to a small little place to listen to some friends’ band and play pool.
It is our mid-week break, a chance to hang out with each other, catch up, have fun and laugh at each other because we are really, really bad at pool.
But we have fun and that is the main point. When the waitresses start remembering that she drinks diet pop and I drink regular pop we will know it is a routine, but it is one that we enjoy.
We laugh, cheer when we sink a ball even if we didn’t plan on it and sometimes do the wave it is a shot that was planned. We can tell each other about the week so far, encourage each other that we have made it half way through the week and celebrate each other’s little victories.
Sometimes adding just a little twist in your routine can make a huge difference. It doesn’t have to be something major or life changing, just a couple hours of something you enjoy with people you enjoy. Little things can make big differences.
The other lesson in this: you can stop getting the same results if you actually try to do something about it. I’ve been watching and asking about how to take certain shots and trying to pay attention to adjust what I am doing. I’m not getting the same results every single time because I’m trying. I’m still bad at pool, but every once in a while I get one in, on purpose even!
I am not afraid to tell whoever is unfortunate enough to be around us that I am terrible at pool and ask them for advice on how to hit those stupid little balls. Last night I actually hit three in – of my own – in a row. It was a celebratory moment.
If you look around and don’t see a celebratory moment of your own – go create it.
Lisa K. McDonald, CPRW
Certified Professional Resume Writer
Career Polish, Inc.