When does enough become enough?

When in our lives do we decide that enough is enough?  Do we just carry on and see what each day brings?  Or should we take control and drive our destiny in the direction that we want it to go in? Should we trust that everything happens for a reason?  Or should we adopt the approach that life is what we make of it?

How often do you find yourself wishing you were somewhere different?  Doing something fresh? With someone new?  Lately for me, it’s quite a lot! I think at some points in your life you can almost feel like you’ve become one of them little hamsters on them spinning wheels in a cage, doing the same old thing over and over again.  Some people may like the monotonous way of living, and I’m actually surprised that in the past few years, I’ve become victim, because simply – its the easiest option.

So, where do we draw the line?  Where do we grow a backbone, take a risk and go after what we really want?  I have a nice family a good bunch of friends, a nice house, car and a good job that some would envy.  But is that everything?  Am I really destined to live that life?  Something inside me tells me I’m not.

I suppose I just always aim for more, which most would say is a good trait, but it does get tiring.  I wish I was happy with what I’ve got, but I don’t think I ever will be.  It’s not about the money, its not about the “status”...it’s about aiming and achieving.  Its about being challenged, being thrown out of your comfort zone and stretching your potential.  Can I do that living the 9 – 5 life?  I wonder.

You see, I just feel like my life needs a good shake up.  I need something different.  I go through these little fazes and it’s about time I acted on them.  I’m my own worst enemy, and I know it! Maybe I’m not happy with what I’ve got because I haven’t got somebody to share it with?  I wonder sometimes, if I was sharing a life with someone who could enjoy the benefits like I do, would it be different?  Would I be more content? Would that safety blanket give me the courage to take the risks I know I need to take?  Would having someone there who’s “got your back” make decisions easier?  Would having that “someone” make everything else seem better? I think it would.  But I’m basing my thinking on a metaphor, naive.

So, when will I get the courage to take the risk I need to?  Break away from the monotonous tendencies I’ve adopted since becoming single?  When?  What will it take?  Will I ever be the person I want to be?  Will it be too late? Or should I stop thinking so hard and just see where I end up?  No, of course I shouldn’t, but what will it take for me to take the risk? 

It’s all fabulous x