…… doesn’t mean that I should.
I have been enjoying myself in Fuerteventura. Anyone would. Warm winter sunshine, and deserted beaches.
But if it was simply about that then I would begin to get anxious and frustrated. No, I fell into a good routine. Run in the mornings, breakfast with the same old faces in the resort, then four hours of my usual work. Focused and defined. An afternoon of cycling or swimming. A rendezvous with the sunset and then an evening reading and researching for the Masters. It all worked well. Day after day.
I was only supposed to be there for ten days. And then I thought, ‘I can’t think of any reason to stay.’
After a walk along the beach, that had morphed into ‘I can’t think of any reason to go.’
So I stayed.
But since then, I’ve been applying that way of thinking to the rest of my life.
It boils down to … just because I can do something, should I? Do I need to?
Modal thinking -
Could I do it?
Can I do it?
Would I do it?
Should I do it?
Must I do it?
May I do it?
Will I do it?
Raises some interesting questions.