Challenged by this question from a blog I happened upon, I started reviewing what I thought my ideas on excitement were. Once upon a time, I would not have hesitated to say that I loved it, I craved it every day, I arranged my life around it, I lived and breathed excitement. Excitement = celebrating. I’ve always celebrated everything.
Today, however, I find myself in a less-than-excited place in my life. Whoa! What the hell is that all about?! What happened to the excitement? What happened to celebrating everything? What happened?
Oh, man, life got way too serious in a very short amount of time and I fell into a very unexcited, uncelebrating hole. I’ve had a few days here and there where the excitement and celebration came back into my being, but overall, life drags on, slowly, deliberately, boringly, bored. What the hell happened?
I’m challenged to find the excitement again.