Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.
— John Lennon
I’ve never been one to plan. I like to do things spontaneously, by whim or whatever feels right at the time. I know that this is not practical, and often not feasible. To be a responsible adult in our society seems to require setting down roots and partaking in pension schemes. It’s building a nest egg, it’s having a life plan.
In my life, it seems that whenever I made some kind of decision to settle in a place or commit to a project, a spanner would be thrown in the works. The result would find me in a new country, an alternate life, so far removed from the direction I was headed in. It has made me tend to float around, indecisive, and keeping options open.
It was only a few short months ago when I was convinced I would live for a few months travelling around Europe. And now, nothing could be further from my desires. Suddenly, Merthyr is the place for me to be, on so many levels. I’ve found my place, my people, and more and more, I sense my niche is slowly kneading out a groove here. While the outcome remains to be seen, it just feels right to be here now. It took 9 years and a willingness to leave forever, to get to this point.
Following a straight path to a well-defined goal rarely runs smoothly. Life has a way of throwing us unexpected twists and hidden turns. Funny thing, I do believe it’s far more fun and interesting in the long run, to just ride the tide. We may not predict where we’ll wind up, but in latter years, I’m convinced we’ll look back (with a youthful mischievous expression) on the many surprising adventures we encountered.