On life when every day feelings like a holiday. Some days I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Every day feels like a holiday and that's what you want really, right? For work to feel like play, play to be something you feel daily gratitude for, the two work together seamlessly. I've read countless quotes or heard from #allthepeople that they strive for every day to feel like vacation and I'm oh so lucky to feel like that now.
Perhaps it's because my five-year plan included moving to Hong Kong and by a stroke of a miracle I managed to do that five days after deciding to include it in the 5YP. Perhaps it's merely because I live in the place that I grew up visiting annually.
But more recently I've been struggling with a semblance of FOMO. The modern day struggle of 'fear of missing out'. Last year in 2014 I wanted to do more, see more and be more. So I set out to make the most of every ounce of spare time. I went from being cosied up in my comfort zone – at home with my 3DS, laptop and books – to city hopping, town hopping, road trips and holidays every weekend. Before I sat down to write this post I worked out how many at-home weekends I had in 2014 and it was about 5.
I can’t quite put my finger on what has displaced me so much as of late. ‘Everything you want is on the other side of fear,’ or so they say. I forced myself out of my comfort zone so much that I can’t remember what is comforting to me anymore. When I’m home I want to be out making the most of my time; when I’m out I’m counting down the minutes until I can be home. Perhaps it is also in part because my life feels like a constant holiday too. Do you ever get that feeling towards the end of a holiday where you want to get the most out of sunbathing/exploring/etc.? I think that’s how I feel now – only constant. I’m struggling with the idea of pausing, taking stock, slowing things back down to the gentle pace that I once loved so much.
Have you ever felt like this? Notes on a postcard/comment if you have any tips for feeling restful in moments like these.
