July 28, 2022

What fills your cup? 

What things in life make your soul sing and make your heart feel complete? We must never lose the things in life that make us smile, that make our life worth living. It is too easy to forget them and live the day-to-day repetitious existence. 

Sometimes our cups get filled with so many things they over-flow. That’s when things get spilled.

And life can get messy.

My cup has been full of so many things lately I haven’t even had time to write my blog. I’ve sat down a few times in the last two weeks and tried to put it together. I was going to lament how I haven’t had time to do what I love. But the word lament starts with lame. And complaining about that would be very lame 

I’ve tried to keep up with everything. But it has been a race to the end of each day.

At least I’ve been on the water and my motorcycle.

It could be worse. I could be doing a J O B. Lately I’ve been so busy that I need to keep cleaning up things I’ve spilled and things I’ve missed. 

The weeds in our garden are out of control. The weeds in the world I’m living in are growing wild as well. It is the heat and the busyness of life that seem to be going full tilt.

Stop the bus I want to get off.

But then what? I am one of those people who can’t seem to slow down no matter how hard I try. 

So I lose keys, lose track of things, and seem to spin in circles trying to keep up. I wonder if I’m the only one who feels that life is a race instead of a journey.

But what are we racing for?

I am trying so hard to keep everyone happy, including myself. Then there are moments when I get on my motorcycle and ride to the mountain top. 

And I can breathe again.

I went to Big White and suddenly life felt simpler. It was a refreshing feeling getting away from the city and the hustle. Just winding the bike around the corners and smelling the fresh mountain air around me filled my cup with all the right flavours.

Until I got to the condo and found out we rushed off the mountain at the end of the season and the cleaning job I had was so much more than I thought it would be. It was another result of being in a hurry. I told the renters who were arriving that I would not be ready for them at 3:00. They were very nice and understanding.

So there I was again, in another race.

I finished the job and went to Snowshoe Sam’s and had a bite to eat. Many familiar faces were smiling back at me. I envied them for their simple life on the hill.

But was their life that much simpler than mine? We all have our own cups to fill and some have bigger ones than others. 

I got back on my bike and rode home, refreshed and recharged.

I knew the next day would be back to full on. But for forty minutes I danced with the road and breathed in the air. 

Until I hit the heat of the city.

And the chaos started again.