How to keep the familiar from becoming routine

4 June 2018

How to keep the familiar from becoming routine

Author Anthony Doerr spent a year in Rome on a writing fellowship. One of the things this ancient, spellbinding city taught him was how dangerous habit can be when it causes the spectacular to become routine:

Imagine if we only got to see a cumulonimbus cloud or Cassiopeia or a snowfall once a century: there’d be pandemonium in the streets. People would lie by the thousands in the fields on their backs.

 

Photo by Cédric Dhaenens on Unsplash

 

The Rome Prize, awarded to Doerr, included a stipend and use of a writing studio in Rome. He documented that year in a memoir, Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World.

 

Photo: Marlys

 

Doerr wrote about sleepless nights with newborn twins; about the forays he and his wife and their two boys made into the heart of Rome; about meeting wonderful local people — in the neighborhood bakery, at the grocers and the butchers — and the child-rearing advice they freely gave.

And in short course, Doerr came to value the beauty and uniqueness of the culture: The language, the customs and foods and celebrations and architecture and people.

In his memoir, Doerr wrote how we need habit to get through a day, to get to work, to feed our children.

Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We’d pass out every time we saw—actually saw—a flower.

 

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If we need habits, but they can dangerously turn the everyday extraordinary into the everyday mundane, where is the balance?

Doerr offers a remedy:

Leave home, leave country, leave the familiar.

Leave home.

I was gone from home for a total of eight weeks recently. And while I enjoyed being with every family member and friend in every location, coming home was magical and invigorating and extraordinary. I revel in the beauty of where I live, the deep pleasure of cooking a simple meal, of walking a creek that rushes over boulders, of picking up bamboo knitting needles. This is my good life, and leaving it made me see it differently. better. more appreciatively.

When was the last time you left home for any length of time?

Leave the country.

One of the highlights of traveling in the Middle East with three of my nieces last year was a long and bumpy road trip from Israel to Cairo. There was someone riding shotgun in our van (literally) and there were multiple middle-of-the-night checkpoint stops, but it was so worth it to see the pyramids up close and personal.

And it caused me to consider what we deem as ordinary in the United States to be remarkable and astonishing and exceptional — like, paved roads, and cross-country travel without armed guards, and clean restrooms and toilet paper and running water and soap.

Leave the familiar.

I attended a meeting in Portland this weekend, which meant 3.5 hours sitting behind the wheel of my vehicle, 3 hours in a meeting, and then 3.5 hours back behind the wheel. Ten straight hours.

And when I walked into my sweet little home later in the day, I saw it through fresh and grateful eyes, and I slipped into something comfortable and made a cup of Chai tea, and settled into the cozy couch facing the French doors that overlook impossibly tall evergreens, and I recited gratitude lists in my head for the sweetness of the ordinary, everyday, gorgeous place and life I’ve been assigned to.

Anthony Doerr provides a reason for leaving home, leaving country, leaving the familiar:

Only then can routine experience—buying bread, eating vegetables, even saying hello—become new all over again.

Why is it we humans tend to not appreciate things like flush toilets and paved highways and our health and the freedom to move about the country and public parks and wilderness areas and Chai tea — until we’ve had to do without them?

Which begs the question: What are your travel plans in the next weeks and months, and for the rest of 2018?

 

P.S. If you know someone who needs to leave the familiar, please share, tweet or pin!


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Hello, my name is Marlys Johnson. I’m a cancer widow, author, speaker and blogger. I love getting outdoors; would rather lace up hiking boots than go shopping. I have a passion for repurposing old junk into cool new stuff. And an even greater passion for showing people how to navigate life’s challenges. Tenaciously. And with heart wide open.

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