Maybe that is all we are left with mere pieces. I am astonished by those I admire and so dear to my heart, revealing their stories of ‘rock bottom’. How they lost everything and despite it all began to rebuild. For each story I stand in the future and see the hard work, passion and strife they had to overcome. Perhaps from the outside there is a glass house overlooking a beautiful city.

Or roses lining the driveway, but no one really knows another’s journey. I feel so blessed to see that goodness finds a way of turning around. Not sure where I found the illusion that shooting the ball a handful of times will get me around the world. It is as they say, a love for the game. Regardless of how far you feel behind, fight for that stand to rise up.

The current circumstances are not set, volley upward. You got this stay pleasant and calm, you never know that underdog might turn around and win. It was never about winning. It was about living. Life a four letter word. What will you make of your own? Throw out the doubt, unravel those beams and scale toward the roof. Spark your stars through twinkling eyes.

The around Bali challenge started as a joke. 

In a way leaving Bali made me feel like I had lost everything. My studio and tranquil home. 

Test the waters! You never know?

I don’t know how we overcame the massive struggles of the run, but we did it.