This past weekend I did that one thing I vowed to do each year, and that is to embark on a journey or a place I’ve never been before. The year has started of on a quiet note, with work picking up & your run of the mill distractions getting in the way. But getting the opportunity to escape the city these past few days reaffirmed all reasoning behind why I wanted to do this in the first place.
Go somewhere & do something you’ve never done before can sound like such a monstrous task, but believe it or not, it can be as simple as escaping your mundane routine & hitching a ride to the outskirts of a local town. When I called my own Mum and mentioned I’d be leaving the BK for tennis camp, she scoffed (not so quietly) under her breathe, and ultimately resigned herself to the fact that I’d become that woman.
Eventually, you stop the dreaming, halt the planning and begin the action of doing. Or at the very least you try. No matter how big or small (me and a tennis racket, such a kodak moment btw) you must insist on finding the courage to stretch out of the zone that tricks you into being too comfortable.
At the end of the day, what matters is that you moved, you went…you got the chance to go, fetch a few memories and return home to relive them all over again.