No Tears

It’s amazing how discouraged I get. I used to come home and there a loving partner waited to tell me I am doing the right things and to keep moving on. These days I sit with my thoughts thinking that the challenges I create are far greater than my ability to handle them. In the night I fall asleep convinced that in the morning I will just throw in the towel. Then the morning arrives and I think well its not that bad and what do I have to lose. I am doing the thing I believe in despite the challenges I face.

I messaged my dad the other night telling him of the challenges and that I am tired. The next day, I message him again to say, ‘giving up is always a consideration but never an option’. On and on we go. For a moment I wish I knew the challenges before signing up to this journey. I would have more then likely run the other direction thinking that I am not cut out for it. Though in time I have gotten stronger in mind and body. Maybe ignorance and naivety are necessary for us to move without fear toward the abyss.

Would I change it! Would I go back! Not a chance! I take the tears, I take the disappointment and mostly I take the joy in knowing that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to if I want it bad enough. If I am willing to put my heart and passion on the line to fuel my belief that I am doing my very best with this life. I can do this, I am doing this. I keep reminding myself that the strongest power that exist is faith, love and passion. If you can get that chemistry right then nothing can hold you back from your dreams.

My little boyfriend from the village taking me on a community putting. ;)

My little boyfriend from the village taking me on a community outting. 😉

I still find these statues so odd and rather funny with the men just chilling out reading the paper.

I still find these statues so odd and rather funny with the men just chilling out reading the paper.

Beautiful Balinese Dancers

Beautiful Balinese Dancers

Hair twist by my friend Gung Eva. She let me borrow her traditional dress called a Kebaya.

Hair twist by my friend Gung Eva. She let me borrow her traditional dress called a Kebaya.

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