I’ve recently returned from my first visit to Southeast Asia (I know! What took me so long?).
Goodness me I love travelling and have not done nearly enough. It’s just such a great reminder of how many people there are on the planet and how many ways of life there are.
Observing that every single one of us is living in our own version of reality, our own self made story of the world. From airport lounges in Europe to commuter boats in Bangkok. Each of us is doing our best to live a life that works for us.
A lot of people have asked me what it’s like being home. Of course it’s wonderful to be in my own home, to have my own bed and, after a month of wearing the same clothes on repeat as I took hand luggage only, it is great playing with new looks. Although inevitably I seem to revert to the same 5 outfits.
Mainly people ask what it’s like being back at work. I have to say it’s great. I haven’t taken a month off in decades. It was so restful and inspiring. It was mind expanding being immersed in Buddhist culture for the first time. I loved the temples and the old wooden buildings, the various traditional artisan quarters in the city, the traditions of respect, kindness and generosity and the incredible food. I cannot wait to return.
Equally, being back at work is a dream. I appreciate more than ever the life I have worked so consistently to build for myself, the pure luck and fortune of having had the opportunity to make my dreams into reality, and the possibility of more travel.
My one big takeaway from travelling is. What if we love what we do? All of it?
