Wednesday, June 28, 2006

directions


It is a challenge to live with no sense of direction. But I have learned how to cope with it. I always take the big and straight roads – even if it’s longer – and ignore the winding short-cuts. I certainly don’t just drive in the approximate direction to get somewhere. Cause I have no clue what that direction might be. If I’m in a new place and go into a store or building it takes me a while when I get back outside to know what way I came from. But I’m aware of this and work around it. I try to memorize the things I see and go from there. My American mom used to say “you can put Åsa in a paper bag and she wouldn’t find her way out”. That is pretty much how I live my life actually: without a clue of what direction to take. I just tag along and deal with things as I encounter them. Every now and then this does cause me worries. I sometimes wish I had a plan. That I knew which way to take. Also here I try to adopt by analyzing things I recognise. It’s like with driving: I have an idea of where I want to end up: but I don’t know the fastest way there. I’m doing things unnecessary complicated or at least more lengthy than it has to be. And as the car will require more gas for the longer road: I use more energy and effort than I really had to. No wonder I’m so tired!

But of course: just because you do have a plan doesn’t necessarily mean you will end up where you planed though. All my Swedish engineering friends who I met in CA, USA had very detailed plans about life: what position to take career wise, where to buy a house, when to get married (to a very good looking girl of course) and when to have children. Only one of them did get all the things in a timely manner. The rest of them have been forced to revise their plans over and over and over…

One of these Swedish engineering boys – who happen to be one of my best guy friends – never had such detailed plans (as far as I know!) and have finally moved back to Sweden. Each year when he came back to visit Sweden I got to be his personal shopper. That’s why I was brave enough to apply for the position as Deb’s personal shopper (and get it I might add!). I like to shop for others more than for my self. I’m way too frugal to spend money on myself – but spending money on others or better yet, spending other people’s money: that’s the way to go! Now when he is back for good (?1?) in Sweden: we’ll be doing a lot of shopping! I’m so happy to have another returning immigrant to hang with! Someone how doesn’t think you have to have known each other for three generations to go biking, travelling, SAILING (yes yes yes!) together. And probably WANT to do all these things! Hmm… wonder if that means I ought to get in shape now. At the moment I’m expecting my gym to make a sign “sponsored by Åsa” since I sure aint using the gym – just sending monthly payments….

6 Comments:

Blogger ~Deb said...

I'm still waiting upon your arrival of your first day of work with me Miss Asa, and I won't even put you in a paper bag to see if you can get out... ;)

I used to have detailed dreams and goals. I wanted to get married, live in a big victorian house with a white picket fence with three kids or so... maybe a dog. And then as life travelled down the road a little more...I found myself living upstairs in an apartment above my parents with my lesbian partner. No dog.

Enjoy the journey of life. People focus way too much on the past, and WAY too much on the future. Enjoy what you have now, because you never know what tomorrow may bring.


xxoo

Now let's go shopping cutie!

10:09 AM  
Blogger mal said...

*L* getting out of California is a smart thing for sure! (I am an oddity, I was born there as were my parents, grand parents etc)

I had a similar experience when I was at University in California. Lots of my class mates had very defined plans. Last I checked, no plan had lasted more than years past graduation. One of the great quotes I ever heard was John Lenin "lifes what happens while you are making other plans"]

Out of curiosity, where in California were all your Swedish engineering friends living at the time?

9:07 PM  
Blogger Lion said...

Sometime I'd like to have no direction... because I'm obsessed with having one. Even if it isn't right, I just want to know where I'm going and have a plan. It's usually effective, but not always the most satisfying. It'd be nice to just go, without knowing where I'll end up.

6:22 AM  
Blogger Åsa said...

Deb: I keep looking for those cargo pants for you - so don't worry ;-)

And isn't the biggest solution of all to know how to live in the moment and enjoy what it brings?! I'm trying, but not doing very well I guess. But aren't we all glad that we didn't get EVERYTHING we planed when we where kids... Jeeez!

Mal: The Swedish boys all came over to work for ABB in the San Francisco South Bay Area (maybe Santa Clara?) and as soon as they got a green card they went on to more prosperous companies.

And John Lennon is SOOO right! I know its happening to me for sure.

Lion: I was a planer myself: not with life, but with small stuff like what I was going to do next Friday etc. And if something was out of plan - even if it was more fun - I felt like my world was falling apart. There must be a happy in-between being a planning fascist and a no plan at all kind of person. I'm trying to find that state myself. Thanks for visiting!

7:06 AM  
Blogger Sam I Am said...

asa
Sometime I'd like to have no direction... its AWESOME !!!

woof-woof

7:40 PM  
Blogger Åsa said...

Sam: now when Simon is older, it seams like he is very determined about the direction. It's what ever direction I'm not going... He sort of leans on his leash to demonstrate that he has no intention to walk on the side of the road I thought we should walk on. He's a sweetie! And I'm sure you drive your humans bonkers too ;-)

6:38 AM  

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