I’m feeling wanderlusty today. Far off thoughts of drinking wine until 3am in a tiny restaurant in Rome and then hoping on a plane to Patagonia for a climbing expedition bring a little life to my otherwise standard Saturday morning. My heart and mind travel to another land while my feet stay planted in my living room.
I must be on the verge of a change.
Whenever change is in the air, I feel the desire to chuck it all and live like a nomad. Although a part of me enjoys the idea of never setting down roots, another part of me, the one I should probably examine, knows I’d be running from the life I’ve created. These urges have crept up on me many times and the underlying cause is always the same: change is a-comin’.
But what is this scary change on the horizon?
Who knows. Not me. Of course there are things in my life I’d like to and are trying to tweak, little tidbits that need molding and shaping to look like the life I want, but I’m not sure what parts are due for a larger, broader change. I’m open to all possibilities though. And despite the desire to get out of this chilled city, I think, for now at least, I’ll stay put.
Or maybe I’ll spend my rent check on a plane ticket to Rio…
What are your signs that change is in the air? How do you cope with impending change?