This is a feeling I know far too well.
A couple of days after arriving in Melbourne I got the flu. Or I think it was the flu, but being in Bali it could have been Dengue fever which would have sounded far more exotic.
I was so sick and staying in an Airbnb room. After 3 months of hostels, this sounded like a fantastic idea. I’d get a routine, some normality, a wardrobe to hang my clothes in…
But I was stuck in my sick bed, and homesickness came rushing in like a tidal wave.
ALL I wanted was to just go home.
When I say ‘Bali’, what do you think of? Rice fields, temples, ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ and of course, the yogi-meditation hippie types!
(And a total disclaimer, I say hippy types in the most loving sense- and I’d most probably fall into this category myself-
Carry around a metal straw and bamboo utensils- yep
Daily meditation- yep
Ok I think I think I could quite easily fall into this stereotype). Now that’s out of the way let’s get back to it!
A silent yoga and meditation retreat…now Hannah you’ve totally lost it. And honestly, I was a little apprehensive of being alone with just my thoughts for a full 48 hours!
One of the quotes on my vision board reads:
‘Be fearlessly authentic’
So today I was thinking about what to share with my little corner of the internet. I had this post in mind but thought “oh people won’t want to read that” and “that probably won’t be SEO optimised”.
But, I just wanted to write. I wanted to be ‘fearlessly authentic’.