Yesterday evening, at dinner, my son confirmed “You haven’t started packing yet mom, have you?”

“Nope” I stated, confidently. “I’m only leaving tomorrow morning. Plenty of time”.

In the morning, he came to give me his hug & kiss before school. Asking “You haven’t started packing yet, have you mom? Do you think that maybe you should? Before the taxi comes?”.

Every time, every single time I travel I have this conversation with him.

How come I never learn???

A question I once again asked myself, when frantically throwing stuff into my suitcase when the taxi was already waiting.

Well, here I am, despite myself getting ready for Kristina’s show and the jazz concert after… Feeling more than a little bit guilty of not being more… Punctual. Better. Organised.

But.

I’m soooo happy, so very much closer to the essence of freedom and being,  when every now and again I can just fly high. See the adventure before me, without schedule or agenda.

PS.

In all honesty.

I guess it’s all a balancing act. And my son, as usual, is way ahead of me.

Had I not listened to him, once again, I would have missed my boat. And my adventure entirely ♥.

PS. Photos by magic talent: Minna Kulmala Photography.

~*♥*~

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