But his metaphor stuck:
Whatever you do…do it like it matters. Do it like it’s important. Do it with a sense of urgency. Because it does. And it is.
Don’t get me wrong – we can’t all run around every day like Jack Nicholson in “The Shining,” but we can try to stay in touch with a sense of purpose, right?
Like…why are you doing whatever you do? Some reasons are functional…like…I need to do the food-on-the-table, roof-over-the-head thing…sometimes pragmatism is enough to keep our chakras unblocked.
But if we really want to do some living, we have to get beyond practicality, right? Think about a time when you hit “The Zone”…those moments when you’re so engrossed in your thoughts or your work that everything else goes off-line….ah, good times!
When we bring that kind of energy, that kind of intensity, that kind of focus to what we do…it’s so much easier to get through the mundane…you know, math class (♥ you math faculty!), paperwork, grumpy people (we all get a little blocked from time-to-time), bad drivers, technical glitches, “that guy” in the break room who’s telling the same story for the 10th time…
You can feel it, can’t you? When you’re around people who work and play like it matters. You can see – touch – their energy. Soak it up like a sponge. It’s contagious.
And bringin’ it ain’t easy, folks. A lot of distraction and excuses and escapes and boredom and frustration and repetition and things that are plain disagreeable, like math class (♥ you math faculty!)…and don’t even get me started on the “status quo” beasty…
I, for one, would choose a room aflame before curling up with a wet blanket any day. Maybe it’s the Disney mentality of, “find your passion.” Maybe a passion isn’t something to find, but something to keep…more about keeping “this little light of mine” burning through every storm and setting it to whatever comes along (just not bridges behind).
And maybe what we do matters a lot and maybe it doesn’t (that’s a philosophical
question for another day)…but I’d much rather get up every morning with my hair on fire than my feathers clammy and sopping wet.