A couple of weeks ago, I caught myself thinking… “Wow, I’ve felt so stable and calm and lately. What’s up with that?” And then you know, the Chaotic Rollercoaster of Feelings hauled me back on board and off we went again!
Recently, I’ve been craving adventure. Mad, spontaneous, rebellious adventure. After dreaming of London every night for a week in April, I was absurdly close to throwing caution to the wind and booking a ticket to just go.
But I also intuitively knew it wasn’t London calling me (this time); it was a change of routine. It was spontaneity. The un-planned-ness of Life. The feeling that you get when you stretch yourself that liiiiittle bit further, try something new, go somewhere new, meet someone new, leave your creature comforts at the door and propel yourself into a space you’ll need to adapt to – and fast.
Which is quite hilarious to me now, because I’ve completely manifested what I wanted. But it looks nothing like what I’d expected.
Let’s be honest for a moment here. Would you want to sit down and have a conversation with me, if I wanted to chat about dying and share my thoughts on death with you?
Last week, I shared some of my favourite books, one of them being Thrive by Arianna Huffington. Perhaps somewhat oddly, my favourite section in the book is the section devoted to death. Arianna’s advice (in order to live a rich, full life) is to contemplate and converse about death… Which (if we’re being honest) is the exact opposite of what most of us do!