This morning I awoke to the sound of my Black Berry’s alarm going off as it does every morning (yes 7 days a week I set my alarm) and from their stumbled downstairs and made some coffee then it was off to check what catastrophes awaited me in the land of e-mail hell. However this morning when my peepers popped open, it hit me like a ton of bricks! Yes Groundhog Day, you know that  movie with Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell where he (Bill ) is a TV reporter and goes out to cover the Groundhog Day event and the then days just keep repeating over and over again?
When I first saw the movie almost two decades ago, I didn’t appreciate Danny Rubin’s (the author) story that much however over the interceding 20 years I’ve come to respect it. As this morning when the Black Berry went off and the eyes popped open in the still predawn morning, the first thing in my head was “Groundhog Day”! It wasn’t the movie either as it was the fact that life is nothing more than reenactment of itself and only may venues change, yet actions typically don’t. As if you follow this blog you know I get around a bit, around the world that is and no matter how far or long I go it’s all the same. While minor pieces change, I still awake to my Black Berry, still look for a cup of coffee and especially still live at the mercy of e-mail hell.
At first it (the idea this morning that life is so much like ground hog day) brought a measure of sadness as like Murray’s character in the movie, Phil Connors who after realizing life is nothing more than a continuous rinse and repeat cycle becomes depressed. However while laying there staring at the ceiling [wishing my e-mail away] also remembered how “Phil” after overcoming the rote realization of his destiny started to have fun with things as remember the armor car money and the “screamer”? As I recall he even went on to learn the piano too, all again “within” the context of a “rinse and repeat” life style which gave me hope.
As there is no question that this movie [as many are] was a simple metaphor for life and Rubin had hit a little too close for me anyway as it became too obvious to quickly for my liking. Yet after almost 20 years its had time to set in much like Alice’s Restaurant [again metaphorically]. Moving forward in time (after pressing the snooze button), as the sleep departed my eyes even more and the ceiling came into better focus, so did this and fact we all live in this repeating loop and the goal is not so much to make advantage of the macro, yet master the micro as if you watch the pennies the dollars will follow…