Biggerbetterfasterstronger and so on… In these days of some is good, more is better and too much is not enough, the word epic does get perhaps overused. [Although one of the best compliments I’ve gotten about something I’ve baked – the macaroons – included it, so I can’t totally dis it. “All kidding aside, those treats were epic (and we try not to use that word around here.)”] There’s that wanting to distinguish something as The Next Level, but then once everything becomes Epic, then where do we go from there?
Anyway, semantics aside, I really like the sentiment of this card. Not taking itself to seriously, not a corporate slogan. Of course I also like it because it’s on a map, which implies going places. When I was first thinking about this post many of my friends were doing epic shit – mostly involving cycling long distances – 1200k, 1000k, the 508, across the US of A, along the Sierra.
BIG epic shit. Here’s the thing about epic though. Or a thing anyway. It’s relative. Riding 20 miles could be epic. It all depends. What really brought this home for me was recovering from my bee sting reaction. I could hardly get out of bed for a couple of days. When I did it felt pretty epic. Then when I first went back to work that took everything I had and I pretty much just went back to bed when I got home. Fortunately I had a full recovery.
It made me realize how fortunate I am to be healthy, and be able to do a day’s work and (most days) still have energy to do other things once I get home. It’s not something to be taken for granted. There are people who, for longer spells or even permanently, have a condition such that the just getting out of bed, or just getting to work is pretty epic.
Don’t sell yourself short, there’d definitely times for crazy big epic, but just because you’re not climbing the Matterhorn every day doesn’t mean you’re not doing epic shit.