There are periods in my life when I can feel a shift. I can feel a need to tune in and absorb what is happening around me. The universe is presenting me with an option and it’s up to me whether I choose to accept the guidance or not.
For me, it’s often a sense of the sentimental. A feeling as if I’ve been presented with this opportunity before and did not take action or was not able to acknowledge it, for whatever reason. I’ve written of this before no doubt, as it’s been a recurring theme in my life and
somewhat ties into my last post about manifestation. It’s a very abstract feeling around an even more abstract phenomenon. One that I have neglected to lean into many times throughout my life. I would think it’s impossible to beware of things of such a sensitive nature while inebriated, half a bottle of bourbon deep with countless pills, stimulants and self-loathing running through my body.
I’ve felt this sensation strongly over the past months and it keeps getting stronger. I’m inspired to see my surroundings through a different lens. At times I get bored of Victoria, it's sleepy beauty and tourist traps. I get complacent and refuse to look at the city and its inhabitants through unjaded eyes, and that's the trap! The city itself changes, but its pulse remains the same. It's a pulse that beats with creativity if we choose to hear the rhythm.
It’s not easy to hear as it seldom beats on the surface. I find myself revisiting old haunts and searching new perspectives. Forcing myself to find intrigue in the familiar and creating my own stories. The city through all its aesthetic transformation remains static in its existence, it’s up to us to create the story we want to see. The future we want to experience. And for this, I have to remind myself to step out of my routines. Not the daily habits, the Mark Wahlberg morning routine to success but my mental habit of keeping the blinders on. I’m training my mind to get excited in the mundane, to look for those small miracles I would wager most of us pass by, daily. Which in essence, is what started the idea of this blog to begin with. The celebration of The Boring Glory of daily life.
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