I’ve just spent the last few months wondering why we can’t feel inspired to feel excited about holidaying in our backyard. It just feels familiar. Then the lightbulb moment and thought about the emotion of holidays, the why we wanted to travel. And it came down to joy.
Here is the thought, holidays are about the joy of planning. Deciding where to go and the pleasure of choosing what to do. While you are trying very hard to conjure joy into the planning here’s a handy hint … borrow joy. Borrow joy from someone else. Their infectious happiness, their passion becomes our happy time and stimulates the senses. Someone in Aotearoa NZ must be happy.