Long ago I used to house-sit for a couple when they went on vacation. Year after year, Hawaii was their vacation destination. They had a world map in their garage and they put a pin in the map of each vacation destination. There were a few pins in Europe, a few pins around the continental United States, and about 15 pins stabbed all over the surface of Hawaii.
For some reason this irked me. Why Hawaii? Every year? Really? When budget, timing, kids and flying weren't issues, WHY HAWAII? EVERY YEAR?????
I finally got up the nerve to ask them about it. The wife told me they had traveled to other places, but none were as satisfying as Hawaii. So they pretty much stuck with their routine and were happy with it.
I have a co-worker that goes to Paris with his girlfriend each spring for a 6-week vacation. Similar to the situation mentioned above, my co-worker has traveled to other domestic and international locations, but Paris is his go-to destination. He has a huge boner for Paris. Paris Paris Paris. That is what he thinks about. That is what he dreams about. That is where he wants to retire someday.
I DO NOT GET THIS. Maybe I am just grouchy because I have never been to Hawaii OR to Paris, or because it seems nearly impossible for me to take more than three days off from work at a time, but HOLY-FUCKING-HELL there are other places to see! Weird! I guess they are happy with their approach so I shouldn't care.
Lately I have been struggling with boredom -- I think I am just sick of the same old same old routine. Everything is so predictable. BLEH.
Then again big changes can be wildly exciting and deliciously unpredictable, but they can also be incredibly stressfull.
I suppose I am fickle. Some days routine is nice, sweet, endearing and comforting. Some days one is just on auto-pilot and one doesn't really think about routine -- one just does what needs to be done. Then one day it suddenly becomes soul-crushing to do the same old shit again.
I recently finished reading this book. Interestingly enough, there is a character in the book that is an economist, and he has the following thought process about happiness:
Thoughts on this? Do you have a formula for your own happiness? I think mine would include love, comfort, fun, variety, security and as much free time as possible. Or something like that? It is hard to nail down the specifics, no? Maybe I am just struggling this because I am in my forties and in the TROUGH period. Lol. Maybe.