Ha! This part of my personality is slowly getting kicked out of the house. Bit by bit is challenged to leave and let go.
There are so many small decisions to make, and the former perfectionistic person is constantly getting to answer her own questions like “is this really important?”, “why do I take this so seriously?”, “if you do happen to make a bad choice, will it be possible to change it afterwards?”.
Most of the things causing these questions and that are challenging now, is about what to pack and what not to pack in the one backpack that we each will bring along on our travels. It can be choices of which or how many skirts to bring. Should we bring a deck of cards along? If I only bring one pair of pants, which should I choose?
In a greater perspective, it’s silly small choices. Nothing of real importance, nothing that really matters in the long run. But my brain seems to consider it questions of life or death. It has to be perfect. In my past I would have wanted the packing of the backpack to be perfect. I should not regret anything I had put in there, and nothing should be missing.
Can you imagine what preassure that creates? How totally unhealthy that way of thinking is when it comes to small choices? It’s really a great reminder of how fun it is to grow as humans, how grateful I am to have gotten out of a lot of that behavior – and now it’s small tests showing up and making it possible to practice a bit.
After a few days of agony, the thinking is now falling into place and has slowed down quite a bit, making more sense and it’s a lot easier to choose and pick what to pack and what to leave out.
Yesterday I met an old friend who has been living abroad for several years and I asked for his advice on packing and travelling. This is his short list:
- Don’t bring too much stuff. Pack light.
- Bring something personal, that reminds you of home or that means something to you. Music is one of his treasures.
- Make sure to take the opportunity to meet with people, to have conversations and to explore new places.