My last 10 days in Gili Air were jam-packed full of beautiful and exciting things.
Like everyone, I have my doubts about what the hell I’m doing and if what I’m doing is good or not.
I have these doubts more than you would think. These can be from little things wondering if I’m pretty enough (no one cares) or if I’m funny (I think I am so that’s fine) to more serious things. Wondering if I’m even a good yoga teacher, questioning relationships with people and questioning myself and my intentions.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about moments.
I have a lot of them over here.
Those times when everything just seems too perfect. I feel too happy for it to last and I have to register that this will be a time that I remember so fondly. So I take a breath and do my best to remember everything about it.
I can safely say that I have found a home.
Don’t get me wrong, travelling is a lot of fun. But there’s something about being in a private room, for one, and being able to really unpack your bag and settle down. It feels like I have a little more purpose now.