The tips of my fingers were starting to get painfully cold, but I pushed through a couple more blocks on Budapest’s wintry streets to get where I wanted to go:
A new cafe (Solinfo, to be exact). I’ve walked past it a hundred times and thought it looked nice (btw, judging by the lusciously upholstered bench I’m sitting on, unobnoxiously modern decor, and friendly staff, the cafe does indeed surpass “nice” criteria). But why I finally walked in boiled down to one reason: the cafe was on my “one day” list.
You know, that list where you rationalize and stow away opportunities and ideas you’re excited about, for the sake of that “one day” in the future when you’ll somehow have more time or motivation than you do now. Well my list has been growing for awhile.
I’ve noticed a shift in myself. I take less risks. Talk to fewer strangers. Dream smaller dreams. I wish I could chalk this up to becoming wiser or more realistic but I think I’ve just gotten scared (of I don’t even know what). But the complacency is getting stifling and I’m really starting to resent it.
The complacency is getting stifling and I’m really starting to resent it.
I was shocked at the amount of unfamiliar bars and cafes I passed on my way down the street. Have these always been here? How many opportunities have I stopped seeing around Budapest just because I restrict myself to the comfortable options? I’d spent years trying to move to a European city and now that I’m here I only visit the same three cafes and districts and leave the adventuring to someone else???Ez a nem jó.
So. Maybe I was feeling inspired because I just watched a Ted Talk or maybe I just couldn’t take the cold any longer but, anyways, I tried somewhere new. I was rewarded with the best cappuccino I’d had in a long time and a view of the synagogue if I looked over my right shoulder and the subtle rush of a new aesthetic finding its way in through my senses. And between sips 2 and 3 of my silky cappuccino I decided that this year I don’t need a “new me” as much as I just need a new attitude. I want to make turning “one day” into “today” a habit of mine.
This year I don’t need a “new me” as much as I just need a new attitude. I want to make turning “one day” into “today” a habit of mine.
This isn’t exactly what I had planned to be the first real post of 2019. But I’m just going to publish this sucker before I convince myself to wait. Because I’d rather this year be one of hastily executed, half-baked passion plans than one of long-considered plans that go nowhere. And maybe by the time I’m 50 I’ll find a balance between the two, haha.
So now I’m going to stop philosophizing and dive into my chocolate muffin. It looks scrumptious.
Hugs and kisses and all the best wishes,
D
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Maybe you’ve felt this way too? What are some things on your “one day” list? Anything involving a plane ticket?😉
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