Ask the right questions; find the right answers.

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Howdy folks; I hope today finds you well.

Today I would like to ask a few more questions.  More questions to help you find your passion and purpose in life.

For years, hubby and I struggled, trying to find our ‘purpose’.  We thrashed around and around, wondering what it was that we were supposed to do with our lives.

Both of us had a religious upbringing, and perhaps it was this that made us feel as though we should have a higher purpose, a sense of destiny, a ‘calling’, so to speak.  We looked at the things we were passionate about, and somehow, they just didn’t seem very, well, noble, I guess.

So then, because we couldn’t find this supposed ‘higher calling’, we kind of gave up for a while.

You see, ever since my hubby was a child, all he ever wanted to do, was to be a businessman (my son is the same at age 10).  And somehow, that just didn’t seem like a purpose, not a worthy one, anyway.  And certainly not one that could change the world.

As for me, I was like an old vinyl LP which had got stuck.  Doomed to constantly repeat that same old mantra:  “Horses, hoooooorrrrses.  Neeeeeed hooorrses.”  Until I discovered that I didn’t need them, or want them.  And until I discovered why I had been that stuck record for years.

You see, when a person’s now sucks, they either look to the past, to a time when they felt fulfilled and happy, and reminisce, and even believe that’s what they need to recreate in order for them to be happy again.  Or they look to some imagined future, where everything will be wonderful and rosy all the time.

This is not the answer!

The answer is to create a better and more beautiful now.

So, a while back I started asking myself the following questions, came up with my answers, and started making the changes in my life.

Here are those questions:

What are 10 things that I enjoy doing?

And what are 10 things that I am good at?

What do others say that I am good at?

Also, what would you do every day, if you were to do it for free?

Lastly, how can I combine some of these things, and incorporate them into creating the life I dream of?

So I came up with my list of things I enjoyed, which included riding horses (no surprise there, right?), taking photos, writing, traveling, my family, adventures, being creative (in various ways).

Things I thought I was good at, or at least had potential to be okay at: horse riding (yawn, not again), writing, traveling with a large family, creating new things.

What do others say I am good at?  Well, my husband says I am intuitive and have great discernment.  He also thinks I am genuinely unable to be corrupted.  He also thinks I can write and am good at coming up with new and creative ideas.  It’s really funny finding out what others see in you.  You should try it sometime.

So, lastly, how can I combine some of these things and use them to create my dream life?  One where I feel I have purpose?

Well, here’s where I’m going to say that perhaps having a so called ‘higher calling’ does not matter.  In my evolution over the years, I have discovered a few important things.  One is that my purpose is not something outside of me, which I need to go hunting for.  I have discovered that when I am doing the things I love, and when I am enjoying my now enough that I don’t have to live in the past or the future, that is when I am living my purpose.  Then my purpose kind of unfolds around me, like a flower opening up.  I don’t have to chase it.

And if I don’t love my life right now, then I’m going to tweak it here and there, and make some changes until I do love it.

And I do.

So, I put the questions to you.  What do you enjoy doing?  What are you good at?  If you were to ask others, what would they say you are good at?  And what would you do for free?  How can you incorporate these things into your life, so that you can create the life of your dreams?

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I hope you enjoy the process as much as I did.

Please feel free to leave a comment, and have a great day!

 

Know yourself – Or, what exactly is it that you want?

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Riding in the new arena.

Good morning one and all.  I hope you are having a beautiful day, wherever you are.

Today is the day when we start to look at what we really want for our lives.

Obviously there are some non-negotiables here: I have five kids, therefore what I want for my life, has to include them.  It has to include all of us as a family.

So, I’ll assume you already know what all of your non-negotiables are, and bearing those in mind I’d love it if, in a few minutes, you’d answer a few questions for me.

You see, there can often be things that we think we want; only to find out when we get them, that they aren’t really what we have been looking for.  They don’t fill us with the excitement and joy that we once anticipated they would.

Why is this?

Is it perhaps that we just don’t know ourselves that well, or what makes us tick?

About eighteen months ago, we moved into a house here in New Zealand, which has about 25 acres of land.

Now, you may or may not have picked up in previous posts, that pre-kids I was a professional horse rider.  While I was busy slaving away with other peoples’ horses, and being paid very poorly for it, I used to dream of the day when I would have my own horses, arena, stables etc.

And then I had kids, and was constantly pregnant and nursing for the next nine years.  The dream seemed long gone.

But, when I took up horse riding again, and we moved into this place, it seemed like the ideal time to fulfil that long lost dream.

So we built the arena, and got a couple of horses.

It was a disaster from beginning to end.

And it wasn’t the horses’ fault.  I just didn’t enjoy it anymore.

I found that I had to drag myself out of the house every day to go and look after the horses, and ride them.  And I discovered that I wasn’t looking forward to riding each day; I was dreading it.  Not because I was scared, but because it just didn’t float my boat anymore, and there were so many things I’d much rather be doing.

Plus, we home school, which means the kids are home all day.  Bearing this in mind, and the fact that we chose to keep them at home, is it fair that I disappear for hours on end every day and leave the kids to their own devices?  Nah, probably not.

I am also a person who loves to feel free.  Free to get on a plane at a moment’s notice, or go away for the weekend with my hubby and kids.  Well, apart from a hospital stay with my son just over a year ago, I did not leave the property for a single night in eighteen months.  Because someone had to look after the horses.

It took me until two months ago, to finally come to my senses and get rid of the horses.  You see, I was wrestling with the guilt of having spent the money for the arena.  I was fighting with that deflated feeling that would go with seeing my unused, expensive arena every time I looked out of the window.  And it took that long for me to deal with those things enough to be able to let my old dream go.

The funny thing is, that I now breathe a sigh of pure relief every time I look at that arena; relief that I don’t have horses out in the paddock there; and relief that I am not having to ride in that arena every day.

But how did I get it so wrong???  When it was something I had wanted for two decades.

The answer is this: I did not know myself well enough.

Maybe people could have seen me as being selfish and ungrateful.  But it wasn’t that, truly it wasn’t.  I had simply been following the wrong dream, and for the wrong reasons.

You see, I had never stopped to ask myself why I wanted to ride horses.  If I had, I could have saved myself a lot of trouble.

When I first started, I loved the feeling of exhilaration and freedom that came with riding.  But when I started to work with horses, and the riding became focused more on technicalities, it wasn’t so much the pure joy of riding that did it for me anymore, but the feeling of achievement when I got something right, or passed exams that I had been training for.

Once I was able to do that on a consistent basis, I needed something else to work for, so moved on and eventually became a freelance trainer.  I loved the feeling of being able to inspire others, and explain things in such a way that it became simple for them to feel those same achievements that I had done.

But here’s the thing, the real question, the nitty gritty of it all: was it ever about the horses?  Or was it all really about something else?

When I look back now, I see that the only time it was ever about the pure thrill of riding, was right at the beginning.  After that it was about moving on and doing new things, about achieving those new goals, about feeling useful, and being able to help and inspire others.  Sure, I enjoyed riding, but that wasn’t the main reason I did it.  There were all these other motivations going on under the surface.

And this is why chasing the old dream of having my own horses and arena never did work out the way I expected it to.

Had I known myself better, I would have realised that doing something totally new would have been exciting.  Focusing on a new goal would have given me something to aim for.  But going back to a twenty year-old dream, was never going to work.  And trying to recreate my old identity wasn’t going to work either, because I like new things, new challenges, and new adventures.  And ones that involve the rest of the family.

My beautiful kids. Off adventuring again.
My beautiful kids. Off adventuring again.

 

Had I known myself better, I could have saved a lot of time, effort and money.  However, doing it did prompt me to ask those questions of myself.  Because of this, my knowledge of myself has grown exponentially over this last year or so.

So here are the things to ask yourself, when trying to decide what it is you want for your life:

Why do I love whatever it is that I love to do?

Is it purely because I love it, and for no other reason?  Or do I want to do it because it creates certain feelings in me; certain emotions?  And if so, could those feelings and emotions be created by doing something else?

You see, for me, there are plenty of things I can do which will do the same for me as horse riding once did.  In no particular order, world travel, experiencing new cultures, setting up new businesses, learning a new skill, adventuring with the kids, inspiring others in any way whatsoever, writing, new opportunities of any kind.  They all give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning.  And they all give me a reason to love every single day.

So what is it for you?  What do you want to do?  What is it that you love?  And on a deeper level, why do you love to do it?

See you again tomorrow.  🙂

 

So what is freedom, anyway?

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Good morning, everyone.  I think that I’m about to have a change of direction for this blog, and the new focus is freedom and how to create it in every one of our lives.

You see, the travel tips are all well and good, but they are trivial compared to the more important mission of helping people to achieve freedom in their own lives.

And I am all for people being free.

So, what is freedom, anyway?

Freedom means different things to different people, and that is cool.  One size does not fit all.

What does freedom mean to you?

Perhaps it is the freedom to travel the world.  Or maybe it’s the freedom to be able to work only 20 hours a week, and spend the rest of your tie doing something you love.  It could be that you want to create a lifestyle which enables you to live your passion every day, whether that passion be a vocation, or something you do for free.

For our family, freedom is being able to work and earn money in a location independent way.  This means that we can work from home, and be with our children every day.  We get to share their joys and their frustrations, their failures and their triumphs, and we go on world traveling adventures with them.

My husband is a great dad.  But the kids don’t know how good they have it.  To them, having daddy at home all the time is totally normal.  I told them once when they complained that daddy had to go out for meetings a couple of days in a row, “Yes, but do you know that most daddies go out to work every day.  Most of them leave the house around breakfast time, and don’t come back until dinner time, when they eat, and then the kids go to bed without having much time to play with him at all.”

“Ohhhhhh, that’s naauuuuughty,” was their response.  They just think that what they have is normal.

But what if you have the desire to change things around so that you can spend more time with your family?  Or what if you want to have a life where you are free to travel endlessly?  And what if your definition of freedom is to have a passive income, which will free you up to do whatever it is you love?

Is all of this possible?

Well, yes, I truly believe that it is.  And I hope, along the way, to be able to share a few principles here and there, which helped us in our journey as a family, and which could help you to create and live the life you love, too.

Here’s to finding freedom!

Traveling light – Hot Tip #4.

Okay, so Hot Tip #4 is this…traveling light is the most amazing thing ever.  Always travel lighter than you think you should.

On our last trip from New Zealand to the UK, we had three suitcases for seven people, and it was fine.

Unfortunately, our trip coincided with two of our kids’ birthdays, which meant lots of presents, and we had a lovely Granny and Aunty who bought each of the kids the same amount of clothing as we had originally brought with us.  This meant that the amount of clothing we had, now doubled in one fell swoop.

So we bought more suitcases, and ended up returning with seven in total, having departed with only the three.

Never mind, at least we travelled there lightly enough to still have enough luggage allowance to get everything home.

But yes, travel light, especially with a bunch of kids.

I remember the days when there were five of us altogether, and our oldest child was four.  We had to use two trolleys at the airport because we had five suitcases, and three car seats.  We also had a double buggy/pushchair/stroller/pram (depending on which country you’re from) with our youngest two in it.

Hubby and I ended up pushing one trolley each, and only our four-year old was left to push the pram.  He did an admirable job of it too, but boy did we ever get some funny looks from people.

And that was our defining moment; the moment that we decided we absolutely had to travel lighter.

It’s been a bit of a process really, but this time we really had it down.  Until we had to come back, anyway.

But between the first debacle and now, we have learned to fit clothes for three kids into one suitcase (military roll-style), plus clothes for one adult and one child in each of the other two cases.  Perfect.  This means only one trolley is needed at the airport, and the other adult is free to manage the stroller and kids.  It’s a breeze.

 

The Hotel Stopover – Hot Tip #3.

And now, here it is, the third day in a row…. My Hot Tip Nuuuuuumber Threeeeee.

Get a night’s (or a day’s) sleep in a hotel half way if you are doing more than one long haul flight in your journey.  If you are going from the UK to Australia, or New Zealand, for example.  Or from Canada to South Africa via Australia or the UK.  Get some rest!  Or you’ll be no good for anything once you get to your final destination.

On our disastrous trip (the one from the UK to Australia where we had the landing card troubles), we also flew straight through with our connection being in Dubai.

It meant a 7-hour flight from the UK to Dubai, three hours in Dubai, and then a 14 (which turned into a 16) hour flight to Brisbane.  I had consulted various ex-pat forums to see what people recommended as the best way to do it.   Some people said to just suck it up and go straight through.  “The kids will sleep most of the flight anyway,” they said.  Ha!  Boy, were they wrong in our case.

Some people said to stop over for two to three days half way, to adjust to a half-way time zone, so that you don’t feel entirely as if the world has been tipped on its head once you land.

Others went for just having an overnighter in a hotel.  Our concern with this was that the kids would sleep on the plane and hubby and I wouldn’t, and they’d be wide awake in the hotel and it would just end up being an extra twelve hours for us to not be getting any sleep.

So that was the time we decided to fly straight through. Suffice it to say that we’ve never done that again.

For the following few years, we made sure that we always had a layover time of around 12 hours, and we booked into the airport hotel for that time.  It was usually in Hong Kong or Singapore, but we did have a night in Dubai once, too.

Checking in to our hotel.
Checking in to our hotel.

The great thing is, that if you’re staying for less than 24 hours, your luggage can be checked straight through, so you don’t have to pick it up for your stopover.  It does mean, however, that I had to be organised enough to pack changes of clothes and toiletries in the carry-on bags though.  And when the kids were smaller that meant my hand luggage was so full of everyone else’s clothes and nappies (diapers), that I couldn’t even fit in a book for myself.  Now they are big enough to carry their own small backpack, it’s a different story.

We also made sure to get a daytime flight from wherever we were leaving from, so that the kids would be well rested before the flight, and therefore on their best behaviour.  It also meant that they would be awake for the whole flight, but well entertained by in-flight movies.  It’s amazing that one small child totally has the ability to watch Thomas the Tank Engine 10 times in twelve hours without getting at all bored!

Anyway, once the kids have been awake for the entire flight, they are well and truly ready to sleep once we arrive at the hotel.  Which means hubby and I get to sleep, too.  Then the next day we are all feeling pretty good, and able to do the next flight, all still smiling, and all the kids still behaving well.

That routine was truly a life saver for us, over the years, and I would recommend it to anyone.

This last trip which we have just been on, was different.  The kids are a bit older now.  Our oldest is ten and our youngest has just turned three.  I don’t have to cart nappies and baby wipes around anymore, and our little one has enough stamina to keep up with the others.

So this time we stayed three nights in Hong Kong on the way to the UK.  We took the kids to Disneyland, and swam in the pool at the hotel.  That was great.

Then on the way back we had about 30 hours in Hong Kong, so we had one night in the airport hotel, and then took a tour of Lantau Island, before hopping on to the flight to New Zealand.  We’re still all upside down and jet lagged right now, but the journey was more bearable.

So for anyone with kids who are old enough to enjoy a longer stopover, it’s great.

But at the very least, for the sake of your sanity, consider at least 8-12 hours in a hotel in order to get some sleep.  It’s well worth it.

My Hot Tip #2.

Here we go with my Hot Tip #2.

Fill in landing cards early, especially when you have a bunch of kids.

About five years ago, we did our first world-crossing trip as a family.  Hubby and I had done it before, but never with children.

We flew straight through from the UK to Australia with four kids aged 5 and under.  That was our first mistake.  More on that in another post.

Our second mistake was to not fill in the landing cards during the flight.

I blame it on the hubs.  Totally.

I was sitting with our three month old in a bassinet about 10 rows further forward than my hubby, who had the older three kids all to himself.

The cabin crew brought the landing cards around, and I mentioned to my hubby that it might be best for him to fill them in, as he had all the passports with him (you need passport details), and that with the bassinet up, I couldn’t even open my tray table to eat, let alone fill in the cards.  Added to that, my eyes don’t work so well when I’m tired, even with my glasses on, and I just didn’t think I’d even be able to read the cards at that point.

He promptly declared that he would not be filling in the cards as he was already too tired.  It was all he could do to manage three small kids.  Plus, he added, it’s sure to be one card per family, and that will only take a minute when we get there.

Okaaaaay then.  I didn’t agree, but as we were both pretty stressed (first time flying so far with so many of us), I didn’t argue.

So, we got there and disembarked.  Got to passport control and filled in one card at the desk provided for such people as us, who couldn’t be bothered to do it in-flight.  Walked up to the immigration officer for them to check our passports, only to be told that it was actually one card per person.

We walked back to the desk for incompetent people, and duly pulled out six cards.  By this time, we had four exhausted, disoriented and inconsolable children, who were all wailing and rolling around on the airport floor.  We also had two exhausted and irritable adults who were feeling unable to even do the simplest of tasks and were snapping at each other.

“That’s it”, said hubby.  “I wish we’d never come.  I’m getting on the next plane back.”

Alrighty then.  We’ve just spent the last 40 hours awake, 21 of those curled up in the foetal position in cattle class, and now you want to do the whole journey back again???  I totally got it though.  It was pure exhaustion speaking.  Eventually we got the cards done and were allowed into the country.

But from then on, I took on the card filling-in as my own personal responsibility.  As soon as I get on the plane I flag down one of the cabin crew, and ask for seven landing cards.  They usually have them to me before everyone is even on board, and I often have them filled in before the plane has even taken off, but at least within twenty minutes of being allowed the tray tables back down after take-off.

And then I sit back for the rest of the flight, basking in the glow of my own smug competence, and genuinely relieved that there will be no shenanigans after we arrive.  No more wailing, rolling kids, and no more snapping between hubby and me.  We just rock on up to passport control, and roll on through.  Beautiful.  And we’re all still smiling.

Hot Tips for traveling.

I have been thinking that I should do a series of hot tips for traveling.  They apply to everyone, but especially to people traveling with children.

So here is today’s hot tip.

Hot Tip #1.

Never ever think whilst jet lagged.  About anything at all.  Just don’t think.  Sleep.

Things which look absolutely awful when in that horrendous state known as jet-lagged, will look absolutely beautiful when you are well rested.

For example, yesterday when we arrived in Auckland we were all exhausted, and New Zealand was about the last place I wanted to be.  I felt depressed at being back here, and the thought of having to take a domestic flight from there to where we live, well, I was nearly beside myself.

We caught a taxi from our local airport, and as we pulled into our driveway, all I could feel was the loneliness of having left all of our family back in the UK, and I didn’t know what we would do with ourselves this far south, away from everyone we love.

If it wouldn’t have meant getting back on another plane, I think I would have gone back right there and then.

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Fast forward to this morning and it’s a different story.

I had a solid ten hours’ sleep last night, and the kids had fourteen.  Suffice it to say that we all feel like new people this morning.

What looked despairish when I was exhausted, now looks beautiful and opportunity-filled.

The scenery is amazing, the weather is gorgeous, and the quiet of being away from everyone, gives us the opportunity to work hard at putting all our plans into action.  And we have a whole heap of plans.

 

So, the motto here is that just like you shouldn’t go grocery shopping when you are hungry, you also shouldn’t think about anything at all when you are jet lagged.  Don’t think.  Just sleep.  And secondly, do not trust your emotions or make any life changing decisions until you are totally over the jet lag and back into your normal sleep patterns, or you could live to regret it.

Day 10. Celebrate Freedom!

Ok, let’s just take a quick pause here to celebrate freedom, or at least to celebrate moving towards freedom.

Today is the last day of the 10 day blog challenge, and I am proud to say that I have completed it!  All 10 days!  And while travelling through a billionty zillionty different time zones.

My time zone is now 11 hours ahead of the one I left a few days ago, and along the way we have had a tour of Lantau Island in Hong Kong, and a night in a hotel there, two 11 hours flights, and one domestic one.  All with five young kids.  But we did it!  We pulled it off in style, with no undue stress, and everyone is still smiling.  Or sleeping.  Four of the kids are still asleep.  But that’s cool.  At least the jet lag didn’t cause them to wake up at some ridiculous hour this morning.

Annnnyway, moving on.

My favourite day of this challenge was…ta daaaa….Day 2.  The reasons why I want to live this lifestyle.  It was great.  Day 2 made me focus, made me write down something definite for why we do what we do, and that is something to remember on the days that we are jet lagged, or feel as though we are just wandering around with no real purpose.

The main thing I have taken away from all this is a change of mindset.

We always felt as though we would start this lifestyle at some vague point in the future.  Admittedly, up until seven weeks ago, I had a bunch of horses at home which stopped me from going anywhere because I had to look after them every day.  But…I had still chosen that.  It wasn’t by default.  Having those horses for 18 months also showed me that I value the freedom to travel at the drop of a hat, far more than trying to recreate my days (pre-kids) as a professional horse rider.  So I rehomed them all, and the following week we were on a plane.

And now I have no excuses.  We are living this lifestyle NOW.  Even being back at home again, we can live our perfect day every day.  Hubby and I can still get our work done in the mornings, and we can still get the school work finished by lunch time.  We can spend the afternoons with the kids, going to the beach, going on walks, exploring new nooks and crannies of the area we live in.  And we can do it all NOW.

We don’t have to wait.

So thank you Natalie Sisson.  Thank you for this challenge, which has made me refocus and realise that it’s what I am doing right now that counts.  Not living for some day in the future, but living now.

 

The really cool thing is that everyone can do it.  Whether you have already achieved your dream lifestyle or not, you can start living it now.  By this I mean that everyone can have a mindset shift right now.  Everyone is able to start planning, and start making changes.  Each person is able to start taking control of their own life, and start steering it in the direction of their choice.  All they need is determination, a plan, and the will to take action.  One step at a time we can all start moving towards freedom.  It’s the mind set that is crucial.

This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 10

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Day 9 Challenge: Being location independent.

Being location independent is really important for us as a family.

In fact, we have been location independent for 12 years now.  Well, semi independent, anyway.  Up until the last couple of years, we’ve been remotely working for a UK company, and so hubby had to work nights for a while in NZ, so that he could work UK hours.  Now that we have outsourced that work, he doesn’t work nights anymore.  This has freed up time for us to look at starting new ventures.

We are about to embark on a lifestyle of slow traveling.  With five kids, we really don’t want to be changing location every week or two.  And neither do we want to be in a place for such a short length of time that we have to go out sight seeing every day, in order to cram everything in to our itinerary.

Nope.

We plan to stay in each place for between 3 and 6 months.  Preferably closer to six, but it will depend on whether we are on a tourist visa, or are legally allowed to stay for a longer period of time.  That means we can have normal life; schooling the kids, and working at our businesses, and enjoying a slow pace of life.  We can then do the tourist thing once or twice a week.

 

It will work something like this.  After breakfast, we will get the kids doing their school work and hubby and I will take turns in being the teacher.  The other one of us will then be free to do whatever work we need to.  By lunchtime the school work should be finished, and hubby and I will both have done what we need to.  Then the afternoons will be free to do whatever we like.  That might be swimming and snorkelling.  it might be shopping, or it might be lazing on the beach all afternoon.  It might be going sightseeing and learning more about the place we are staying.  The options are endless.

Up until recently, our location independence was kind of a two-edged sword.  It was great being able to live where we wanted, and move when we wanted, but we still had the mindset that we should settle somewhere.  And being able to move made us restless.  We saw it as a problem, because everyone around us saw it as a problem.  They thought we should settle, and that there was something wrong with us because we couldn’t.

Now we have learned to embrace the travel bug and the itchy feet, and we’ve told family and friends we’ll probably never settle anywhere.  At the very least we’ll have bases in two or three countries, and travel between them.

Anyway, the future is looking exciting, and now we can intentionally move around, which is great.

We don’t need to come up with reasons why we can’t settle in such and such a place.  We can embrace our wanderlust, and go wherever the wind blows.

This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 9

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Day 8. Choosing Your Adventure.

Adventure is beckoning. It’s calling, and we are answering.

The challenge today is to go and do something I’ve wanted to do for a while, and then write about it.

Well, today is the day that we flew to Hong Kong from the UK, so I was unable to find something to do, as such. Fortunately for me, I love traveling, and as soon as I walk in through the entrance of the airport my stomach does a little flip, and my face starts smiling all by itself.

Today was one of those days.

We turned up at the airport, and immediately the hubby and I were grinning like idiots, even though we were facing the prospect of a 12-hour flight with five young children. But never mind; we’ve got traveling down to a fine art by now, and it all went smoothly.

All checked in and ready to go.

Once we arrived, we checked into our hotel and then after a quick shower, we took the shuttle bus to the local shopping centre. We have just arrived back and have a more hours that we need to stay awake, so that we can aim to still be sleeping at 3am (thanks, jet lag). The kids are all watching a movie while I am writing this.

Writing this post, aided by gallons of coffee.

Tomorrow, our flight to NZ does not leave until 9pm, so we are going on a guided tour, which includes a boat ride, cable car ride, seeing a fishing village, and one or two other things. Now, that will be an adventure with five kids in the Hong Kong heat, but we did it at Disneyland Hong Kong, on the way to the UK, so I’m sure it’ll be a doddle. Can’t be any worse than taking them all on the London Underground, anyway.

So, while I didn’t have to pick an adventure to write about, because today’s adventure coincided with today’s blog challenge, I will still say that this type of day is my best kind of day. Even though I feel absolutely terrible right now, and have only slept one hour in the last 30, and even though I am dizzy and the room is going up and down so that I still feel as though I’m on the plane, these kind of days are still the best kind. The excitement of packing and getting ready to move on, and go somewhere new, even if it is just going ‘home’, so to speak, is phenomenal, and I love. it.

Consider this as my adventure well and truly chosen.

This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 8

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