Time to Begin, Again.



Comfort is the first symptom, followed by restlessness, frustration, despondence and if you refuse to acknowledge the swell of symptoms, an indifference swallows you like a falsely soothing wave of post-op morphine.

At least that’s what happens to me if I ignore the telltale signs it’s time to move on to the next adventure, chapter, era of my life. Thankfully push rarely comes to shove, and I peer through the blinds of my wonderful, comfortable day to day before the despondency kicks in. And I remember, “the reason I’m so comfortable in the first place is because I took a leap to create a major change in my life, against all reason and advice of friends and family. It’s time to move on to the next thing.” And I jump.

It’s time to begin, again.

2 Replies to “Time to Begin, Again.”

  1. Hey Udhara,
    I found you! And I know what you mean. I just tried to finish this sentence, “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than…” and it didn’t end, as it often does, with “what I’m doing now.” There were at least 5 other endings, so as you’ve so eloquently put it, it’s time to begin, again.

    1. Glad you found me Nic! And absolutely, I can definitely relate to having multiple endings to “there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than…”. It’s a good problem to have, I think!

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