"What if we just head off to Karpathos. Mid April."
It came out of my mouth while we were walking quietly around Bohinj lake. Out of nowhere. I didn't plan it. Or think it. It just arrived.
TomaΕΎ looked at me with hesitation and question marks in his eyes. I knew he was replaying the scene from two hours earlier. He had walked into my office with a simple invite. "I'm headed to Bohinj with Gina. Are you coming? Or do you have to work?"
Last months, that had been our dialogue. Several times. "No, I have to work." He had already turned to leave when I changed my mind. "Yes. I want to go."
Bohinj in March is pristine in the way only places with almost no people can be. As if nature is there for you alone. I breathed deeply, the way you breathe when you realise you have been without air for some time.
And somewhere on that walk, my mouth said "Karpathos".
For the first time in my life, I bought a return ticket β back to holidays. I planned to stay until mid-May, come home for some workshops, and go back. I didn't know yet what was waiting for me there.
On the ferry to Greece β sixteen hours on the water β I was reading It Ends With Us. A story about a woman who ends a cycle of trans-generational trauma with one bold, vulnerable decision. On the island, I opened another book: Leading in Chaos by Amy Elisabeth Fox and Nicholas Janni.
Reflecting back, I can see what both books were doing. Softening me. Preparing the ground. Giving me permission for something already ready to come.
Three days later, I had written a book.
