It sounds like the kind of thing
You’d hear at one of those annoying conferences
You know the type, where the speaker comes on
Clapping above his head, probably skipping
To The Eye Of The Tiger, everyone cheering
And he shares such platitudes as:
Love the life you have, but also
Strive for much better, like a Mercedes
And a kitchen island that you can share
On Instagram, a picture with your family
All wearing matching pyjamas, but anyway
Do just try to do your best with what you’ve got.
I am going to miss my drive to work in the mornings, because it was my time to just let my mind wander. All my best ideas seem to have come when I’m driving to or from work, and I’m going to lose that time in my next role (not that I’m complaining given that I’ll save a small fortune in petrol money).
Today, I was daydreaming (while concentrating on the road, of course) and I remembered being in Majorca with my family before it all went a bit wrong. We were sitting at a cafe on the beach and this couple climbed into an old rowing boat, but they had no oars.
We sat and watched with interest as the woman fixed at piece of wood to the back that acted as a rudder, then the man held up a broom handle with a sheet attached to it.
“No way are they going to go anywhere like that,” said my mum as we watched with interest.
But to our surprise, the wind hit their makeshift sail and they set off slowly across the bay. Within five minutes, they were just a dot in the distance.
This isn’t very profound, but it was cool to watch, and it did remind me that you don’t need a million pound yacht to get across the ocean; you just need an old boat and some bedding. And in life, you don’t need the kitchen island. Not really. You can still cook in your six foot kitchen, and you can probably have fun at the same time.