One thing I’ve noticed about my peers is that many of us lose the ability to act on the spur of the moments as we get older. Obviously, sometimes it isn’t possible – we have jobs, commitments, appointments. We have responsibilities and act sensibly. And yet…and yet… am I alone in yearning for the freedom to swerve? To change plans at the last minute, to step outside of the daily routine, to seize the day? I am without doubt a restless soul: a free spirit who chose to anchor herself to home and hearth for the greater good, for better for worse. Nevertheless, I never say “no” if a “yes” is even remotely possible.
Which is how I come to be embarking, with just 48 hours notice, on a road trip to the far North of Scotland. No reason, no agenda, just that a friend messaged me and invited me along. Besides, I have itchy feet. So far, I’ve packed my cameras, but not my clothes.I’ve completed the work I was going to tackle over 5 days in 2 (hence posting this near midnight). I have no idea where I’m actually going.
I have a vague sense that dropping everything on the spur of the moment should take a little more organisation than this. Maybe I’ve forgotten something. Yet I can’t think of anything I could have forgotten that would cause the world to pause. I’m ready to go with the flow – and, for me, it’s a really comfortable place to be!