I’m back from New Zealand. There’s dirt on my new hiking boots, my backpack has achieved new levels of stretch capacity, and my memory card is full of new evidence of just how magical the country is.
In the short week that was, I was reminded of the marvellous quality of having time. Time to think, time to read, time to talk things out – to your friends or to yourself- time to loiter and laugh.
This is a luxury I haven’t afforded myself in normal life, and I struggle to come up with sustainable ways to incorporate it into daily life.
I’m learning that so much happens in the little moments that occur between the plans. Ideas propagate, friendships form and experiences materialise. The few moments spent waiting on something else are, for me, when something bigger seems to happen.
For me there’s always a little haze that lingers for the first few days after returning from a holiday. This one has qualities of the Kepler Track, new memories with a dear friend, and aspirations to make the Monday to Friday more of an experience and less of a chore.
Once again I’m inspired to simultaneously do less and more. Less of the negative, the draining, the inefficient time-wasting patterns that creep in. More of the adventuring, thinking, learning, unfiltered raw type of living that New Zealand first taught me how to do.