I hate it when people call new life experiences, “journeys”. It just sounds icky and although I am quite aware that “life is a journey and not a destination”, it doesn’t bother my ears any less. The undercurrent of such yuck-factor bantor is the song, “Don’t Stop Believin'”. And c’mon people! Journeys?! Really?!
Who can I blame for this insidious misnomer? Oprah. I blame Oprah for her -isms which have escaped the self-help novels that must be littered about her Chicago office shelves and scattered through the expanse of Harpo studio. Now, every tree-hugger and soccer mom recites the minutae of endless tasks and daily routine as stepping stones through their individual “journeys”. It’s just euphemisms for the boring activities that make up a life: somewhere between carting kids off to Little League practice and washing dishes. No one is saying that these things aren’t noble or necessary. I’m just saying that the simple chores that are an inevitable fact of life, do not have to be explained or built up in any way. Just like every person doesn’t have to climb a mountain or visit the Pyramids to feel as though they’ve lived a life or satisfied some kind of human requirement. While it’d be real cool to be able to do those things, you can’t knock yourself if you never accomplish them. It’s better to be satisfied with the little things and stop trying to label them. Mediocrity makes us human.