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As I come to the end of a month in Bali – this beautiful island with just the right mix of spirituality, relaxation and entrepreneurship – I’m loathed to admit that I’ve spent nearly every morning of my stay lamenting at how I’m ‘wasting my precious time here’.
I’m sitting high on the hilltop, the sun warm on my face and the butterflies fluttering around my head as finger pitter patter on my laptop. It would be easy to romanticise my life – imagining that my newfound life as a digital nomad is epitomised by the beauty of this single moment. But like every generalisation there’s much more to it than meets the eye.
This morning I made my way to yoga in darkness. Pulling my jacket around myself tightly, I fought down a moment of panic. . . Winter is here!
It’s a strange feeling. To fly away from your ‘home’, not knowing when you’ll return.
This afternoon I flew out of Canberra airport. My parents took the afternoon off work to take me to the airport and we enjoyed a relaxed cup of coffee and a lamington together before my flight had to leave. It was lovely. But it also made it hard to leave.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Who are we kidding? We are human, and words hurt. I don’t know about you, but far too often I value other people’s opinions much more than my own.
If I’m honest with myself, everything I have done in my life has been partly for me, but mostly to gain approval and acceptance from those around me. From my parents, to my teachers, to my peer group.
Saying that out loud makes it sound like they all must have been demanding, and that I have absolutely no mind of my own. Which isn’t true. It is just that I have a very strong ‘pleaser’ within me.
Once upon a time walking to the fridge was a mindless habit. I wouldn’t even notice I was doing it until I felt the cold air from the refridgerator hit my face. And then I would be jolted into reality unsure of how I had even got here.
Recently my mindless habit has been Facebook. I would find myself staring into the Facebook app on my phone at the weirdess and most inappropriate times…. 6am in the morning, half way through a run – or worse! – halfway through a conversation with a real human being.
I decided it was time for a break.
This afternoon I had my first ever surf lesson. I had come to Costa Rica with the intention to at least give surfing a go. But the very thought of it scared me silly, and so I procrastinated over it as long as I could.
So I know what you are thinking… I am Australian! Surely I know how to surf.
Nope. It may surprise you to know that I’m not that keen on the ocean, let alone the surf. The heat. The sunburn. The relentless pounding of waves. The power of the water. The ‘getting dunked’. The fear of getting dragged out into that big bad ocean.
A couple of days ago I wrote a post about how I came to find respect and compassion for my body. I may even have gone so far as to use the word love. A powerful statement for someone that has spent the majority of her life hiding and disparaging the cells that hold her spirit.
Of course a post like that – read or even written in isolation – is that it makes one think that the destination is reached. Like the end of a movie where everyone holds hands and skips off into the sunset. All is good in the world, and everyone lives happily ever after.
The trouble is that life doesn’t work that way.
At the beginning of 2015 I had signed up to a 12 month coaching programme with Precision Nutrition with the express intention of coming out the end smoking hot and ripped. Hell, I even had fantasies of winning their $25k body transformation prize.
It’s now the beginning of 2016 and I’m here… by my own standards I am a failure. The thing is, I don’t feel like one. Because although I didn’t get what I thought I wanted out of my first year of PN, I got something that I really needed.
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