It’s easy to escape the noise of the outside world when you live so far away. But now that I have returned to ‘society’. The fears and worries of others have reminded me of my own. When I first mentioned the thought of moving to Bali, everyone questioned me to uncertainty. It was only when I blocked out their thoughts that I was able to hear the clarity of my heart. Regardless of where I am in the world I need to learn the art of being rooted in my own truth.

I know what I am doing and how I live is completely nontraditional. But those days that I waver I ask myself a simple question: ‘If I had all the money in the world and I were to die in a year, what would I do?’ Rather morbid I know, but it does two things in that statement, it takes away the psychological financial barriers and puts a sense of urgency behind it. We think we have so much time. What if we do not, what if we just have this year?

I have put a lot of emotional stress on myself, but I need to start listening again to myself. Its getting a bit crowded in my head. I know that others fears come from a place of love and concern. I am so lucky to have my sisters who always challenge and support me in the same breath. Grace reminds me ‘you are not a little girl anymore, who cares what everyone thinks you are a woman and can decide your own path’. I plant my feet solidly in what I know in my heart and will continue trusting in the unknown.

My first visit to Bali as an adult on the Gili Islands.

Grace and I would catch the morning sunrise and walk around the island.

Occasionally renting a bike for extra fitness.

Afternoon cool off.

Sunsets are special.