I’m not usually someone who plans her weekends and holidays months in advance. But when I do, chances are, I will change it last-minute.
For the past few months, I’ve been trying to become a planner because, let’s admit it, knowing exactly what you’re going to be doing for the next few months is comfortable. I’d check my calendar every evening to prepare for what I’ll be doing the next day. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays was exercise day. Thursday’s was after-work drinks day and Sundays was laundry, cleaning and reading day.
I was building a routine.
Or that’s what I used to tell myself. But at the end, I was basically building bricks around by comfort zone. Planning a lot in advance cut my wings of spontaneity. Whenever a spontaneous idea came to my mind, I looked the date up in my calendar and got back to reality – I had already written down something for that day, probably more than a month in advance.
At the time I moved to the complete opposite side of London and handed in my resignation letter, I snapped – I should be celebrating this. A new neighborhood. A new career. A new life. A new beginning. 28 is going to be my year – I feel it. I should be giving myself the break I deserve!
At that time, a close friend of mine was going through a similar situation. Among several e-mail exchanges she confessed that she had just impulsively bought a ticket to Shanghai.
Shanghai. That’s the way I want to celebrate change. An unexplored city, 4 good friends and dumplings. Lot’s of them.
I felt the urge to open my calendar and check whether I could do it or, instead, I had already pre-planned another commitment. I found TBU Porto written in capital letters all over the dates. It couldn’t have been another way, could it?
I didn’t think about it twice and bought my ticket to China.
I felt this was my chance. There will be more travel blogging conferences in the future, but probably no other chance to explore China with 3 close friends. I not only celebrate my career shift from Finance to Event Management, but also the return of my spontaneity. Two weeks ago, I didn’t even know I was going on holidays – let alone that I would travel somewhere afar. Somewhere I’d need a visa for! This, mind you, might be normal elsewhere, but rather exotic for someone holding a Schengen passport.
TBU will have to wait – Adventure is now a priority.