It was a day to lay-back…
And a day to get wound up.
It was a day to reach high for the sky…
And a day to lay low to the ground.
It was a day to daydream…
And a day to mull over crap.
It was a day to wander down a new path…
And a day to lie on the couch.
It was a day to look a little closer at the beauty in front of us…
And a day to whinge and moan about what is IN us.
The holiday reality is, life doesn’t just escape you. Meaning you still feel all the bad, as much as you feel the natural highs of being away.
Your feelings don’t change when you’re away. You just have less of other stuff to do while you keep those same thoughts, or have that same life. Just a change of scenery, which is what we’re all craving, right?
But, despite the whinging and the moaning, the change of environment can provide us with insights, not usually granted to us when at home and in the everyday routine of life.
Is there a lesson to be learnt?
Can I take this newfound experience home with me?
How can I deal with this in a more learned manner in future?
What is this life trying to teach me?