It’s the Question that Drives Us...

Which begs the question, what is the question? You can’t determine the answer without knowing what it is you’re trying to resolve.

OK, so far I’ve made no sense and you’re probably asking how does this relate to the holiday, but that’s kinda where I’m at this year.

I remember the last time I went to Europe. The first couple of days were just sensory overload. Excitement generated by new and unique sights, sounds, smells, tastes and feelings leads to a continuous burst of ideas and experiences, so much more than you’re usually use to.

It’s escaping from a long term incarceration of your own mental prison (institution) and like a child pumped on red cordial in Disneyland for the first time, you bounce around everywhere looking for the next stimulation.

This may be due to an inability to shut down from the synthetic stimulation of work and the pseudo-issues that others impose. It becomes easy to slip into a victim mentality, but when it is a constant barrage from people who are often diametrically opposed to who you are, what you believe in and what you are trying to achieve, the exit signs start to dim in the distant.

However, I’m a firm believer in choice and self responsibility which leads you to ask "Am I doing this for the betterment of the company or for my own self-satisfaction, and in the end, is it worth it?"

But I digress. After about five days on holiday, you start to settle down and truly relax; forgetting about life in your self-imposed “Matrix”. It’s here that you can find some peace and calming solitude whilst your time is delightfully enveloped by the person that you should be spending 24 hours each day with.

And this is what I am looking forward to. Real time experiences with the Pookster (djbeatboy) rather than the turn-based routine of work life. It may also give me the time to define the question and explore the answers.

I can’t avoid it any longer. It’s time to take the ‘Red’ pill. Off with your head!!!

the wookey