When I wake in the morning with something to do, I get ready in a patterned ritual. I know exactly how long it will take for me to walk out the front door after turning off the morning alarm. Blinded with water, I can reach for the shampoo without hesitation because I know exactly where I've left it. Without fail, I can always be out of the shower before the bathroom vent timer shuts off. I know where to plug my hair dryer, where to find my make-up, where to find my car keys, and how to lock my front door from the inside. All these things and more, I don't even think about because they have become so familiar to me. Well now, I have butterflies in my tummy - the type you get when you're about to do something extraordinarily unfamiliar. Therefore, I've spent a little more time in my bed nestled between my duvet and the familiar quilted indents of my mattress. I've spent a little more time enjoying meals and drinks in the company of familiar people. I've spent a little more time driving along roads and highways to get myself to familiar destinations. I have butterflies in my tummy because I'm about to escape the comfort of the familiar and delve into places untrodden by my weight. Does the unfamiliar frighten me? A little bit. Is the unfamiliar what I want? Absolutely.
I will be in Southeast Asia until the end of March. Check for updates!
Pam xx
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