A recent post on Zen Habits talked about seeing the glass as already broken. I have a hard time with this, because to me it promotes abandoning responsibility. I immediately envision it as license to hurl glasses willy-nilly, even the really nice glasses that we brought home from Venice. Sure, I know it's a metaphor—and I know that at some point they will very likely shatter, but there's no need to hasten the process.
Yeah, that's me.
The same post explains the same concept as viewing everything as an adventure. Accept the fact that you don't know the answer, that you'll take the wrong train, or the train won't come on time, or that it will stop in the middle of nowhere (or France) and you'll need to get on a bus.
This, I can get behind. And if I needed a reminder, I accidentally gave myself one last week.
Before leaving for Lummi Island, I carefully packed the books I wanted to read and my writing notebooks. Also, my gym/walking shoes, my hairbrush, and my phone charger.
After driving for a couple of hours, having lunch, taking a ferry, and settling in, I realized that I never brought that bag! No books, no notebooks, and none of that other stuff! On the one hand, this is a reading and writing vacation for me. On the other hand, I immediately recognized an opportunity for adventure. (And I'm sure I owe part of that optimistic attitude to Zen Habits, all broken glass aside.)
I found a new notebook at the local store, and I spent the weekend reading old Copper Canyon catalogs and finding some amazing and helpful work in them—partly because I had so much time to immerse myself in them.
It was a fabulous weekend. It was an adventure. I didn't break any glasses. And I wrote and wrote and wrote.