A few weeks back I had watched a not-too-long video of Dan Savage discussing relationships and doling out advice to audience members. The answer, or rather – question, he focused on in the clip was from a woman who lamented that she couldn’t find a man with whom she was willing to have a long-term relationship because of all the “little things” she found that annoyed her. Mr. Savage ripped into her, pointing out how she appeared to be the most common denominator in these failed relationships and then brought out the analogy, “The Price of Admission”. The price of admission to be with someone you love may be that you will always have to pick up their dirty socks from where you object of affection has left them lay.
I have mused upon this idea frequently since watching the video and I began to see direct correlations between the price of admission and a variety of other things, be they work and career to just daily life in general. For instance, Mr. Muse and I live “in the sticks” by choice. When we were shopping for this property, we know going in that we’d have admission costs that many other people wouldn’t even want to consider or could not fathom, such as the need to have mouse traps laid out in the house every day of the year and putting out extras at other times.
Friends love to make the drive out from Madison for visits, but frequently remind us that they couldn’t live “so far out of the city”. Now, before everyone begins to think we live hours from civilization – I assure you that our daily commute is under an hour. It’s even close to 30 minutes if I don’t stop for a fancy coffee or to drop of dry cleaning.
But I digress…
Most recently I began to look at my admission prices for other things like traveling. Mr. Muse and I (mostly “I”) have livestock. We have housepets as well, but when you have livestock, going away for a vacation, or even just an overnight, takes on a whole new dimension. No longer can you cram clothes and toiletries into a bag and hit the road – things must be planned and prepared for in advance.
Traveling, one of Mr. Muse’s and my favorite things to do (and the reason we both work full-time), went from tossing things into a bag and hitting the road, to a lengthy checklist including everything from getting the caretaker keys to making sure we couldn’t run out of food for anyone while we were gone. It’s leaving the names of the veterinarians (both for large and small animals) to who to call if there is a problem with the honeybees. But, all of that is our price of admission to living where we do, having a variety of animals, and loving to travel.
Once I began to think of these things as my prices of admission, be they for being in relationships with people to living out here in the sticks, I began to be a lot less uptight about certain things. I am, of course, by no means perfect on letting everything go and chalking it up to admission prices, but I’m getting better.
So what are some of your “price of admission” items?