I’ve been feeling oddly restless – less so on the days that I hike. IN fact, last Saturday I felt completely blissful. But that’s not unusual – on a day with warmth and sunshine, climbing up a mountain – yep – that’s the way I feel.
But the rest of the time – restless. I love travelling but realistically, I can’t be a hobo. Although, while I was walking with Abby today, I briefly considered the possibility. But no, I love my home too. I love relaxing, reading, cooking dinner, the satisfaction of finishing a day’s work.
But I also embrace the nomadic life – I love the whole idea of not having a single care in the world; where the most pressing decisions are which trail to take and which train to get on the next morning.
I feel like I have an itch I can’t quite scratch – like there is something for me to do and I don’t quite have the answer yet to what it is. Maybe I just need something new – a new challenge. But again, I don’t yet know what that is. The good news is that I’m happy and willing to embrace a new opportunity, whatever it may be. In my experience, when you’re ready, it usually reveals itself.