Today it dawned on me that one month tomorrow I will be leaving on a plane to Mexico to start my new life. Obviously this is something I knew. I mean I have decided and been planning to make this move, but somehow I didn't expect it to be one month away quite so soon. It was a bit of a shock. I still feel so unready and I am certain the next month is going to be a whirlwind. 31 DAYS!
There is that wonderful saying, "life is what happens when you are busy doing other things" and this is very much what my experience of being in London has been like. I have worked hard, very hard at times, partied a bit, made amazing friends, laughed and cried and loved and lost and my life has passed. How much have I actually lived and been conscious of living? Sorry that sounds so up my own ass... I think what I am actually trying to say is I wonder how much of the past six years I was actually in the present, in the now, rather than worrying about an event in the past or a possible outcome in the future. Not very much I don't expect. Its funny how we do that? Almost as if being present is too much of a burden? Too difficult? Too real? Actually I can remember very few of the things I have worried about - they clearly never really mattered or had any real bearing on anything at all. I wonder at all the things I might have achieved if I hadn't been wasting my time worrying...
What would it cost me to try to let this habit go? Oh my goodness the irony, clearly I should stop worrying that is only 31 days to go. If my above statement is correct it doesn't really matter and wont have any bearing on anything. I have made a choice. I know its the right one. I need to have faith, get on with it and stop worrying!!!
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