I’ve become too fond of the regular and the familiar lately, I think. I find myself hoping for fun surprises throughout the day, but the real question is, am I willing to allow spontaneity into my life?

I’ve always been open to change; it’s the reason why the rooms in my house change labels frequently. My dining room has been my kitchen in the past. My kitchen has been my sitting room. The current sitting room used to be the dining room. Do you remember Tom Hanks’ decorator client in Sleepless in Seattle? The contractors and Hanks are standing around joking about how she’d like them to pick up the house and flip it around.

I tend to see that as doable.

But still, those changes were ones I controlled. And that’s the key here. Spontaneity means giving up that control, that firm, solid grip on the steering wheel of life. Being open to spontaneity requires me to relax that grip, to embrace the beauty of uncertainty.

It’s coming to me, bit by bit. Because when I think of a life filled with wonderful, spontaneous moments, I can’t help but smile. That’s what I want. The element of fun surprises, a life of spontaneous joy.

And it starts with allowing.

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