Enjoying a gap year at 42

Enjoying a gap year at 42

I think one of my worst fears in relocating to Mauritius was that I might not have enough to do. That I might not be busy enough.. I was afraid of boredom. My star sign is Gemini β™Š…. Enough said… We don’t cope well with boredom, trust me.. πŸ˜‚

I’ve never in the last 20 years not been busy either with kids, work, hobbies, shopping, driving, getting things done. Solo parenting has that effect when you are the chief in charge.

So arriving on the island and even before that my biggest worry was how I’m going to keep myself busy. Not being able to do some of my favorite hobbies here was initially a damper on my spirit. Because knowing myself, I am well aware that bored mom is not a nice mom.. She’s frustrated 😀, irritated, stomps around looking for imaginary wrongs.. πŸ˜‚

Also; now, being in a strange country where you don’t have your family, friends or familiar places to visit around you makes a huge change. You don’t always have an excuse to take out the car and go somewhere. Back at home it felt like we always had places to go, people to see and things to do. Here life has a different beat. Not necessarily slower all the time but definitely different.

I needn’t have feared however.. I’ve been here barely two months and although the first three weeks or so was still school holidays and we just lounged around finding our feet and settling in we are now in the full swing of things. Mom’s taxi is more in demand than ever! I’m spending hours on the road every day ferrying kids and running errands.

Yes, on this little island… πŸ˜‚ Don’t let the size fool you.. The traffic can be a real nightmare. Especially when I’m zooting up and down to school, horseriding or going places in the narrow streets of Port Louis. Just driving the 45 km to school each day takes me more than an hour to get there.. ☺️

Having said that, I do find though that living here I’m more mindful about finding things to keep busy in a meaningful way. I’ve never been one to lie on the beach or next to the pool every day. I struggled at first to be un-busy in the times in between the hectic times but I’m slowly getting the hang of it.

Whether it’s a daily walk on the beach, hanging out with a Netflix movie and the kids, taking to the streets of Port Louis or elsewhere with my camera in hand or just lying on my bed under the fan… I’m starting to enjoy it. As time passes I notice the diary getting fuller on a daily basis too.

I still feel like there’s something out there calling my name….another experience, another something to do. But in the meantime I’ll be driving the Xman to school, the girl-child to her horseriding and take some time to explore the island and life around me. I didn’t make any major new years resolutions this year but I’m definitely going to be more open-minded about life’s offerings.

Hubby keeps telling me to stop feeling guilty, to enjoy the break after more than 20 years of doing everything by myself. He calls it my ‘gap year’, a sabbatical as such. 😏 My sister in law reckons I’m in hibernation and that I need to enjoy and make the most of it.

Credit to @http://www.gapyear.com

I’ll fill my diary with all sorts of things to see, things to do and things to write about. I plan to use my creativity in a different way with different media and different tools.And I won’t be bored. I’ll live in gratitude for this break, this sabbath year of rest that I’ve been blessed with knowing how lucky I am to be able to be enjoying a year of ‘me’ time.

This year I’ll try and learn to be quiet, to be unbusy, to breathe, to connect, to enjoy, to create, to be present, to be aware. ❀️

2 comments found

  1. I’m in the same place, though not literally as in Mauritius, but definately embracing the change and sense of spaciousness I have this year. To be. And that’s enough.

    1. Belinda. thank you for your message. Much appreciated. I am embracing this. I read and enjoyed your blog too. Was inbetwixt schoolruns so forgot to leave a comment. :p Life here certainly is much busier than i anticipated, even living on a tiny tiny island. πŸ™‚

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