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A Restless Soul

Someone recently told me that I have an impulsive streak. ("Just an observation, not a criticism.") My initial reaction was to vehemently deny that statement despite the fact that I had just confessed to walking into Total Wine and buying $200 worth of wine just because it seemed like a good idea at 11:00 on a Thursday morning.

Me? Impulsive? Don't answer that, especially if you know the truth.

I shared this with my therapist yesterday and his eyes lit up when I said, "I think I have a restless soul." The fact that his eyes lit up is significant since we spend most of my sessions arguing with each other about ideas like whether or not a book he recommended is filled with psychobabble bullsh*t or why I should do a bit more thinking with my heart instead of my head.

For once, he agreed with me and quickly pointed out that this is not necessarily a bad trait. In fact, it's what stirs my needs to explore and to write. It's also the reason why I don't, by nature, stay in one place very long...physically or emotionally. It's all about where the restless energy is channeled.

I don't always channel it well. Instead, I tend to bounce between the extremes of hyper-control of myself and reckless impulsiveness.

In this typical fashion, two days ago I booked a flight to Lima, Peru for the week of what would be my tenth wedding anniversary. That spur of the moment decision has been followed by a detailed plan written in pencil on a calendar that outlines the trip: 2 days in Lima, 3 days in Cusco, and 2 days in Aquascalientes (with a day trip to Machu Picchu).

Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to Peru! On my own. (Much to the chagrin of my grandmother and the delightful women I work with).

Comments

Christy said…
I think it's fantastic! My gypsy heart understands what you mean.
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