I have recently returned from a very relaxing holiday which gave me plenty of time for reflection. For me, part of a good holiday is always that juxtaposition and uncomfortable jolt that happens when you return home. The rhythm changes, the environment changes and it feels very different. The jolt of returning to normality isn’t always easy, but it is a sign of a holiday well spent!
This time I experienced this jolt when landing back into London. As the plane descended, I noticed how green the UK is. There seemed to be miles and miles of green fields (as opposed to the dust and palm trees that could be seen in my holiday destination). As we got closer I saw rain. Then cars. Lots of cars.
I was pondering these sights as the plane landed—quite firmly—on the grey and rainy runway. Having just had a ten-night break where I hadn’t followed much of a schedule at all, it was a culture shock to have seen cars queuing on the motorway with people trying to dash around, presumably desperate to get to their destination.
It struck me quite suddenly that what I could see was “busyness”. Of course, the airport itself was the epitome of busyness—people coming, going—some on holiday, some on business—each with different concerns, priorities and aspirations. And what I was returning to was a busy world.
Now, I just know some of you right now are thinking “You’ve had too many Mojitos Adrian. Of course the world is busy”. Yep, I agree. Sort of. But what if busyness was a choice?