I feel quite rebellious posting on a Tuesday!! After what feels like the longest weekend in mankind, I’m actually so glad to see the back of it – I know right?! I’m not too sure if I’ve mentioned this, but a few weeks ago our Airbnb host took off on a trip to Nepal, leaving Jack and I to look after his home and guests until he came home in April. Seemed like a good idea at the time; free accommodation and a bit of extra pocket money. But when you get the wrong type of guests and a blocked toilet – shit hits the fan and all I want to be doing is sat on a beach in the middle of nowhere.
Ohh, Byron Bay – the greatest location in Australia; I can’t begin to explain how much I bloody love the place. My first visit was back in January during a brief hour long visit at the end of our road trip back to Brisbane from The Great Ocean Road; instantly falling in love with the beautiful New South Wales coastal town. Although we only drove through the main town and spent most of our time eating leftover barbecue food on the beach (whilst on dog watch, obv) – I knew this place was special and I’d be eager to visit again and again. Excitedly, me and Jack loaded our car last weekend with a handful of camping gear and snacks, and set off to Cape Byron for three nights. Of course, this trip is a blog post in itself which I can’t wait to share on here next week – hopefully.
I guess I should start this off with saying – hello strangers! It feels like forever since I sat down and genuinely enjoyed writing a blog post; hence the mini hiatus recently. I became quite worried that I was soon to slip in to my old ways of blogging for two months and packing it all in when things got tough, so taking time out to reflect on the ‘important’ things seemed like the appropriate action to take. I basically wanted time to take the pressure of working with a schedule and I thought it would also be a good opportunity to reflect on what I really want out of this blogging thing – cos reflecting is something I’ve really embraced this year so far…
I find it incredibly difficult to switch off from the real world and on social media; when I do my head is still weighed down by pointless shit that happened 10 years ago, such as my favourite bike being stolen when I was little. Recently my head has been all over the place and I’ve been in need of chill time for quite sometime now. I knew exactly where I was going wrong; life does can become difficult and we can let it all get on top of us, eventually becoming too much. But it can take a while to come to the realisation that the person who was causing this stress, was me.
The thought of stepping out of my comfort zone genuinely used to terrify me – it still does sometimes. I don’t know if it’s the fear of being judged, the inability to push my limits or because I’m the kind of person who heavily relies on the comfort of other people. But throughout my life, I’ve had an ongoing battle with my own little comfort bubble and unwillingly having to burst it when really necessary. I recently wrote a post about why it’s okay to take your time when it comes to pushing your limits – and it’s something I still standby to a certain point.