Breaking things... does it work?

The worst thing is looking back and knowing that I should’ve known better. It is not my sycophantic streak I am pampering…

It is just the realisation that some stuff needs a healthy dose of disruption. Habits are as comfortable as a welcome mat. It’s a familiar home to come to when times get tough.

That’s why holidays can be the most stressful things on this planet. The mat looks different and isn’t where it should be.

The day has a plan that you are not yet privy to and are forced to stand still. It is the home of reflection that you have stepped over. It is brimming over with freedom and potential.

How do you handle that, when routine tells you not to?

How do I deal with things that should’ve worked out on paper but haven’t? How do I let go of the assumptions I’ve made?

I made these assumptions as much as the hope I cling onto. If you work hard, you get something out of it. If you care for someone, you don’t get burnt.

With fingers scolded I realise that this is no holiday.

It’s part of waking up. Breaking patterns is good. It makes me feel scared. It’s the in-between stage that is the exciting part. Like a holiday, I realise that things don’t need to be the way they were before. Sometimes doing things differently offer up a new host of choices I haven’t previously considered.

It’s a new itinerary with some interesting destinations along the way.