I’m reading Eat Pray Love again but this time on kindle. Unlike the first time, I’m not traveling around Japan, reading on trains, in hotel rooms and nursing my sick husband. Instead, I’m sitting in my bamboo hut office, with a cool summer breeze wafting about and surrounded by my napping workmates. Unlike before I don’t have the need to figure out an out for the situation back home.
And as I sit here I realise I have the same desire to go do something. The same feeling about being excited to plan, to figure out what do next. What’ll be my next move? Where will we go? It’s time to put words into action and I’m psyched about what’s next.
But for right now I’m going to smile to myself, get back to the words on my iPhone and hold on to this rather zen feeling I have.