Being in the Hamptons is hard, sounds like an oxymoron right? The natural beauty is boundless from the clear blue skies, lush greenery, and white sand beaches. On the other hand the amount of wealth is unfathomable and it is easy to become jealous of the lifestyle. Reading back on past posts my tone is definitely different. The houses all seem so empty and lifeless and I found myself lusting. After you see the third Maserati on your evening jog it is easy to begin to ask what am I doing wrong with life?
This morning, for the first time in three summers I woke up before I had to, walked to the beach, and watched the sunrise.
It was magical.
Much like the sunset a sunrise is calming and peaceful, but watching the sunrise gave me an unusual hope for the day. Don’t get me wrong I am a very optimistic person and generally wake up excited for the day. Yet watching the orange orbit of fire gradually rise from the depths of the sea gave me an incomparable sense of promise.
A few weeks back my sister, who jus entered the workforce, was lamenting about her job. I told her welcome to the real world to which she replied, but don’t you love your job? My response took no thought, I love to cook but it is still a job. Seemingly from the outside I have all the fun in the world cooking, creating, and traveling with families. Be as it may, as my dad pointed out to a group of twenty-somethings at my cousin’s wedding (who were all complaining about jobs being work), a job is still work and work by it’s very definition is not fun. As we grow older our responsibilities become bigger and we often can get stuck in the rut of the routine. Have to’s replace want to’s and joy is sucked from us by our obligations. I pride myself on not falling victim to this black hole we call adulthood but my response to my sister shows how I was nearly sucked in.
Sometimes it takes moments like the sunrise to put life into perspective. I forced myself out of my nice comfy bed, out of my routine, to feel a moment bigger than myself. It is not seemingly from the outside I have all the fun, I really do. I am blessed to have my passion be my driving force so I cannot allow my mind to turn it into work. A job can and should be fun! (sorry dad) Looking back I had an amazing summer and I am damn good at my job.
It took a lot of courage to get to this point;from sleeping in my car, to go against getting a “normal” job, to move to New York, and to refuse to work for money and material things only. Those that have found the magic in the sunrise understand my continual evasion from the magnetic black hole of adulthood. I encourage all to find the mystery in these moments because they will inspire you when life doesn’t seem so great. Even if you have yet to be as fortunate to have your passion be your provider remember two things.
You hold the power and someday you will.