My dream is coming true. I’m traveling to Australia. It has never felt so right. I’m nervous for being alone again. I think that’s what scares me me the most. I remember living in Hawaii and wishing all my friends from home were there to experience what I experienced. It is one of the most amazing and saddest things ever. Having a wonderful time and wishing that the people who aren’t able to be there to be there.
I’m excited to prove to myself that I am a good yoga teacher and that I’m able to make it in a foreign country. I’m excited to hear that inner voice come out at the times when I’m really down and lonely. I’m excited to tap into the true me, to meet new people who will help to keep my heart and mind open. I’m excited to practice like I was at training, to go through those mental battles. To journal about my feelings.
I can’t wait to help the people down there, to understand their bodies, to understand their mind set and let them know they’re going to be okay. It’s unbelievable the type of people that are attracted to Bikram Yoga. Most of them have so many broken bodies. It’s unreal.
I leave in 2 weeks from today. I’m going to Tasmania.
I told my parents about it a few days ago, my mom cried, ran out of the house to go buy cigarettes. I get sad when they don’t understand this path I’m on. I’m not like my siblings. I don’t think the desk job, staying in one place for a long period of time is appropriate for me. I’m eager to explore the world and myself in the process.
Wish me luck, more to follow.