The Restless Ones
So, this morning (Saturday), I got up at the ungodly hour of 6:15 to go train with my AIDS marathon training group. What drives me to leave a warm bed with an even warmer boyfriend in it? I debated for a few minutes - snuggled next to my boyfriend and was so reluctant to get up and go run with a group of people I hardly know. However, I did it.
As always, to my never ending surprise, I had a great time. It was a wonderful overcast morning (given all the sun we get in Southern California, a run in the shade is always much appreciated), and I had amazing conversations with several individuals in the group.
Based on the conversations I had with these interesting and accomplished folks, I realized something: I am a member of the "restless ones." We are the types that cannot sit still and are always looking to try something different, learn something new, and meet new people. It is both a blessing and a curse.
I look at my friends who are so content with their daily lives - work all day and watch television at night. I just had an interesting conversation with one of my best friends, who had a second date with one of the restless ones. My friend indicated the guy did "not like to watch tv" and that was a potential drawback in the relationship. The comment shocked me.
Being one of the restless ones, I find it hard to sit through a half hour tv show. I feel like I need to be doing something to improve myself or my status in life. I often find myself updating Quicken or reading a book while half-heartedly listening to a tv show in the background. Not that this pertains entirely to watching or not watching tv. I grow restless with people that I do not find interesting. I grow restless when my job does not stimulate me. I get anxious if my calendar is not chock full of new and exciting experiences.
However, the bar keeps getting set higher and higher. When I find something I like, I plunge in. Ultimately, it too becomes old and tired - my interest wanes. When will I ever reach a level of contentment? Or worse yet, will a point in time come where I can longer find anything new and different to keep me occupied?
At the end of the day, I think I prefer being one of the restless ones. It allows me to grow and constantly discover. However, I periodically give an envious glance to those who choose not to be restless.....
As always, to my never ending surprise, I had a great time. It was a wonderful overcast morning (given all the sun we get in Southern California, a run in the shade is always much appreciated), and I had amazing conversations with several individuals in the group.
Based on the conversations I had with these interesting and accomplished folks, I realized something: I am a member of the "restless ones." We are the types that cannot sit still and are always looking to try something different, learn something new, and meet new people. It is both a blessing and a curse.
I look at my friends who are so content with their daily lives - work all day and watch television at night. I just had an interesting conversation with one of my best friends, who had a second date with one of the restless ones. My friend indicated the guy did "not like to watch tv" and that was a potential drawback in the relationship. The comment shocked me.
Being one of the restless ones, I find it hard to sit through a half hour tv show. I feel like I need to be doing something to improve myself or my status in life. I often find myself updating Quicken or reading a book while half-heartedly listening to a tv show in the background. Not that this pertains entirely to watching or not watching tv. I grow restless with people that I do not find interesting. I grow restless when my job does not stimulate me. I get anxious if my calendar is not chock full of new and exciting experiences.
However, the bar keeps getting set higher and higher. When I find something I like, I plunge in. Ultimately, it too becomes old and tired - my interest wanes. When will I ever reach a level of contentment? Or worse yet, will a point in time come where I can longer find anything new and different to keep me occupied?
At the end of the day, I think I prefer being one of the restless ones. It allows me to grow and constantly discover. However, I periodically give an envious glance to those who choose not to be restless.....
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