This is a quote from arguably my favorite movie, and one that has always resonated with me. Why?
Because it’s so relatable.
I am a dreamer. I dream of the places I’ll travel to, the houses I’ll make homes, the people I’ll talk to, the books I’ll write, the things I’ll do.
Like relearn how to play the piano. Start another book club. Host weekly dinner parties. Frame artwork and hang it on the walls. Go to museums every weekend. Make strawberry rhubarb pie. Travel to Asia.
Someday, I tell myself. Someday, when you have time.
Because today, I have a lot on my plate. I have day job and novel-writing and exercise and errands and cooking dinner and cleaning my apartment and developing anxiety from reading the news.
Dreams and reality are two vastly different beasts.
In Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic, she talks about the richness of leading “a creative life.” By that she doesn’t just mean writers and artists and musicians; she means anyone that does anything impractical just for the sheer joy of doing it. One story in that book that stood out to me was a middle-aged woman, who was just as busy as everyone else with work and kids and whatnot. But she really missed the ice skating she used to do. And so she bought some skates, found a local ice skating rink, and a couple of times a week, went ice skating.
Not because she was training for the Olympics. She wasn’t working towards any goal at all. She just like ice skating. So she ice skated. Impractically.
I love that story. And it makes me wonder: what impractical things do I do for the sheer joy of doing them?
I haven’t touched a piano in years. (I’d like to think I’ll get one once I have a house and room for it–someday.) I haven’t been to an art museum in at least a year, despite my proximity to them. I don’t know enough local book-lovers to start another book club and my apartment is too small for weekly dinner parties. Someday.
I’m not saying I’m completely hopeless. I do make the time to write novels–a thing I do mainly for the sheer joy of it, though I do have the goal of wanting to get published someday. I just adopted two cats, an impractical endeavor if ever there was one. I make it a point to travel somewhere new every year. I’m flying to California tonight just for the weekend to visit my friend and her baby. While there, we are visiting a vineyard.
But I could be doing more.
I just added to my weekly to do list: do something impractical. Go to the Met. Go to the movies (another thing I never do anymore.) Take a salsa class (something I would LOVE to do!)
Be the impracticality you want to see in the world.
Image from Before Sunset (if you haven’t seen that trilogy, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?)