Easy days – by Peter McCarthy


The other day my wife wondered how it is that I am able this year, to get up early every morning, walk past the car and go grab my bike. It was a new pattern of mine, and she wondered what changed, what went through my mind. She love that I choose the bike over the car but what had made the change?

As always I have to think about stuff before I answer my wife – learning from previous errors LOL – so while I sipped my morning coffee, I walked through the steps from driving the car until the day I decided to pump the tires on my bike.

My father was a working man, every day he would get up early in the morning, shave, drink coffee, eat eggs with rye-bread, he would add fat with onions (not butter), then salt and very very strong cheese – before he left for work. (That should make a man wake up – eh?) He would take the car to the nearest train station, leave it at the parking lot and take the train … He never drove all the way to work, I never understood why he did it like that, and back in those days traffic and parking was not a problem.

My dad died 2 years ago, eighty years old – on his birthday actually, it had a huge impact on me. He was definitely a God to me when I was a kid. He was a boy of ww2, he had seen a lot of bad stuff happen to neighbors and family back then, he had starved so he wasn’t picky. And as a man he was strong, wise, hard working, kind, always smiling, he listened, never complained about his life, he spend all his free time doing arts and crafts, painting, hand carving pipes, making jewelry. At vacation time we would go fishing and camping, talking about life and politics all night. And when vacation ended he would go back to work at the factory – a big newspaper. No complaints. Here he would move two tons of lead every day. When he came home he had already showered and he always met us with a big hug.

IMG_3253-mWith a dad like that I can’t really whine about anything … and I normally don’t. But this early summer I did not feel too good about myself, I was tired, sad, felt I had gained too much weight and that I was lacking energy. I remember asking myself what would my dad do? And I knew the answer right away! He would say: “Go for a walk in the rain or when the wind blows really hard, clear your mind, change your attitude, do something different that will make you less lazy, even if it hurts” … And there we go …

I now get up a half hour earlier every morning, I grab my bike and take the 25 minutes ride. I enjoy it more and more, new things happen every morning. The light changes, the smell changes, the trees and view of the fields here on the edge of the city changes, and the sound of the city itself is different every morning … I arrive to work with a smile and again when I come back home to my wife … I finally understand why my dad took the train every day to work … And how cool is that! 😀

 

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About author

This article was written by ~ Peter Grün McCarthy

Peter Grün McCarthy teaches Information technology, electronics and communication as a College Professor in Norway on a daily basis. He owns the record-lable and Sound studio workshop EpicCircles.com and he is also a part owner of the popular online Magazine TheMagicHappens.com, where he is the Tech Manager, a writer and one of the Editors. Peter has university level education in Science Engineering, Educational Psychology and Firefighting. He has also given lectures in themes like: Quantum physics, Ancient Religions, Mindfulness and other Self-development based themes.

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  1. Kristine says - Posted: October 14, 2014

    “The other day my wife wondered how it is that I am able this year, to get up early every morning, walk past the car and go grab my bike.” – Yes, even I wondered, no, I was completely stunned. And I am truly proud of you! And now I understand it as well :)…. and imagine, I started to walk to work – 45 minutes to be correct. It truly does help to add a smile on ones face :).. And I love the smells and colors too..

    P.S. I miss him too

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