Living my Meaning

A lot has happened since I last posted something to you folks here. Life is been catching up with me and I mostly kept up with twitter and - recently - friendfeed. Also, my Tumblr kept my stupid stuff from hitting this blog... My fault, let's just be friends again, alright?

Ok I understand it's my turn to make a step in your direction, so I suggest you have a look at this post from Hugh Macleod. This is a follow up to a post that I consider one of the top 10 from Hugh.

In short, here's my takeout:

1. Meaning scales

That is, you get to chose which is your meaning in life, and that choice alone makes your meaning, as humble as it may be, worth anything to you (or: "The size of the endeavor doesn't matter as much as how meaningful it becomes to you")

2. People don't

Here you can see a couple of years went by from the first post. Meaning is not everything anymore. You've got to have lunch and feed your cat. You've got to call your aunt Mary on her 84th birthday. That's not part of your adventure, still it's what takes 50 to 80% of daytime for most of us.

What I'm into now is exactly this. I'm struggling to merge those 2 things. I feel I need to, to avoid living 2 different lives (and believe me, one is difficult enough for me).

I think there are 2 different approaches:

You can scale up your mundane tasks. That's what weird people does. That's why they get noticed. They live their meaning and have no problem bringing it home with them for dinner.

Or, you can take the exact opposite route (which it seems to me is the one people go through most often) scaling down you meaning.
What I mean is that you can make mundane tasks your meaning in life. Some people do that with kids, others with their job, but the list is endless.
If I think about it, I see there's nothing bad with that approach in principle.

Which kind of person do I want to be? Do I need to have people pointing their finger at me to make sense to all of this?
Of course I don't know. But I'll keep you posted :)