Lately I’ve become a little disenchanted with my life. I haven’t been anywhere for a while and haven’t had the energy to think of something to do or somewhere to go.

I bumped into a friend earlier today and said even though I hadn’t wanted to take photos of the Balloon Fiesta I’d been doing it because I’d always done it. It had made me think that I’ve been doing things because I’ve always done them not because I wanted to. A link to an unpleasant childhood.

My friend said that if I was meant to take photos of the balloons then they’d fly to me. Which led to me thinking that my next pastime will just happen along when it wants to as all the others have done.