Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I am taking an online scrapbooking class. It is way better than I thought it was going to be. I think the woman heading things up is leading us through various steps of thinking about our lives and then suggesting ways to represent our reflections with photos and journaling. Yesterday's "walk" page and last week's "time" page were for this class.
So this week she has us thinking about inspiration and aspiration. What inspires us and what are we inspired to do? What are we aspiring to do?
I have been thinking a lot about this lately. And since Dr. Elliot passed away I've been obsessing about it. Last weekend I went up to my hometown and there were signs up and down the streets: "Thank you Dr. Elliot! We were blessed!" "We will miss you Dr. Elliot!" I wish he could have seen them.
I just keep thinking about how much good he did. And I want to do good too. Not just change-a-lot-of-diapers good, or bake-a-lot-of-cookies good...Something big. Something meaningful. But what? Everything I've thought of doesn't seem like enough. What exactly do I aspire to do?
I kept thinking that my aspirations should be career-based. And although I have several goals I'm aiming at with my career, I don't think that is how I will ultimately leave my mark.
Today our teacher had us think about our perfect day. Where would be? What would we be doing? Who would be with us? And thinking through this helped me understand a lot about my aspirations. See, I want a home. I want my home to be a central hubbub for my community. I want friends to stop in and hang out on the porch in the evenings while we drink Sam Adams and chat. I want my sons' friends to come over and raid the cookie jar. I want my home to be a place where people feel comfortable and leave feeling refreshed. My perfect day would be mostly in my home or yard. My perfect day would probably include some cooking and baking. My perfect day would absolutely include connecting with people around me.
So, in a way, I aspire to do and be things that I already am, in a small way, doing. I'm on my way.
Dr. Elliot left his mark on an entire town. I don't think I'll be able to do that. And now I know, that that's okay. My mark will be different. But it will still be pretty good.
Posted by Dave at 2:08 PM