If someone would’ve asked me “what’s next?” more than a month ago, I would probably show my plan or at least tell 5 steps that I have had planned for my future. But the past month, that might have been the longest month of my life, made me completely fall apart and left me without a solid plan and got me back up on my feet again. But this time it was different.
In the end of spring some major changes in my life happened and it got me to a place, where I felt like nothing is ever real and everything is just a copy of a copy of a copy. This led me to a strange feeling that nothing had meaning anymore, or that things that used to make sense to me, did not made sense to me anymore.
After this ground shake, I tried to go back to one thing I know – planning. I once again started asking myself what my priorities are, what I want to do in my life, what I want to achieve and what my dreams are. And for the first time in a long time I had no answers. I was completely lost. My plans didn’t even made sense to me nor did my former dreams.
And then I did a thing, that was completely out of my character – I stopped planning and stopped asking myself “what’s next”. I let a lot of things just go on their own. I decided to deal with things as they come my way instead of trying to predict the future.
I traveled, went to places I never been to or wanted to visit again. Not far, I just found there are plenty of places to discover just around me, places I’ve never found time to visit before. This was my form of healing.
And with every place I visit, I find some answers, I find ideas and things I want to do, with every place I visit, “what’s next” becomes more of “whatever next” – making the future less scary and more exciting. I now believe that future is holding amazing things for me and making strict plans only prevents opportunities from happening.