It all starts with a faint whisper. But for stubborn girls like me, curiosity crescendos to a loud calling I can't ignore. Meanwhile, the holidays are here and here I am. I kneel down and a 4 year old wraps its arms around me and as my cheek feels a kiss, I look up to a festive home filled with dozens of relatives. I'm home. Another hug, it's my young energetic uncle "aren't you in
I like lists.
Long detailed lists.
Plan A… Plan B. Plan C. Plan Z.
Why? Because routines and lists are life's great anesthetic that numbs us into a sense of security… but they also end up trapping us into habits that don't allow us to grow. I feel it.
Plans; life's Roadmap. While I've been occupying my mind tirelessly hours on end with one plan, one goal. Somehow a new (unplanned) door gracefully opened before me. Accept life's surprise for me?
My controlling nature rebels and demands I follow my old plan down to its most meticulous detail… but to my surprise, life wooed me and here I am, going to Rome with a new plan I didn't plan for, I didn't write for myself, but with new ways that have entirely captivated me! The best things in my life never had a long list, were never part of my plans... they are things that just happened, and I almost didn't dare give them the chance to be.
Recently something changed inside me. I'm comfortable enough that I no longer need strict plans to give me security, and I no longer need external permission... funny thing is that by letting go I now have both of them. Pfff!. Thanks, I guess, but I'll just take the flexibility of my internal safety blanket that goes where I go, and I'll adjust to the rest of life's details as they come.
January is almost here. Where did the year go? Life flies by oh so fast!
Plan B. That's the one. Plan Be. I'll dive in to life abroad and allow my life to just Be...