#carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. like a dingus.

[notbecauseofvictories]

A number of years ago, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my parents. (I think it was lunch? lunch-ish? but I can't really remember.) Anyway, my father kept insisting that if you have hobbies, you should hustle and turn it into a blog, a podcast---something that would use that expertise, and share it with others. But my mother pushed back; she insisted that doing something is an end in itself. You can just read a book. You can think about what you read, turning it over in your head. Maybe talk about it with your local book club! But you don't need to start a LIT CHICKS podcast and read books every month and offer Blue Apron discount codes during commercial breaks, etc. etc.

You can just read the book.

I find myself thinking about that exchange a lot. I can just take a butterfly pinning class, or a foraging class, or a historical walking tour, and that's enough. The world is for doing things in, learning and meeting and seeing---you do not have to turn that into shareable content or a life's passion to give it worth.

#I really do think about that exchange all the time. #I'm sure neither of them remember it but I do. #can't believe it's been almost 20 years since I read the enchiridion and I ended up a stoic. #carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. like a dingus. #(...........I know it's really more epicurean than stoic leave me alone.)