It’s nearing the end of 2019. A little over two months remain. For me it feels like I’m floating on my back just letting the days pass by. It feels this way because I haven’t set any lofty travel goals for 2020.
I’m not longing for some crazy pursuits to find meaning in my life. It’s just that by now I usually have plans set for vacation and travels into the following year. But not this time. Not yet. I’m still waiting for some information about what will be going on with our children Be it school or speed skating. It’s hard to book travel if things are in limbo.
So do I just sit around and grow mushrooms on my life? Should I set other goals? Should these goals be for me or should I try and include my family? I never do anything if it doesn’t help out or somehow involve my family. Is it okay to be selfish?
But it would be nice if the next goal was for me. Maybe I could do some travel on my own. But the guilt of “Wish you were here” would get me down.
I don’t know. Maybe I should just wait a bit longer before getting to ahead of myself.