FIND YOUR
BLISS!
As my alarm
sounded at 6am this Monday morning I did what I always do, hit snooze. Just ten
more minutes and I will get up, I always promise myself. But today I worked up enough courage to get
out from under my warm blankets and get ready for all things, the gym! I found
this amazing Groupon for a fight & fitness gym just 25 minutes walking from
my apartment. I was drawn to this gym because they have Spartan race training
and Muay Thai kickboxing (which I did a little back in college). Today was my
first day giving it a shot, and it kicked. My. Ass! (I loved every second of
it)
But to get
to the point of why I wanted to write this blog is the feeling I had after the
gym. You know those moments of clarity that just hit you and all of a sudden
you feel awake? Like before that very moment you had just been a zombie going
about your life but not really being present in it? Well, I had one of those
moments walking home from the gym. I was all sweaty, walking through the CBD
with my headphones on when Hold My Hand by Jess Glynne started playing and that
wave of joy and contentment washed over me. People all around me rushing to
work, sexy men in suits, students running to catch the bus, the sun bouncing
off the skyscrapers, and I am in the center of it standing at a crosswalk
tapping my foot to music. That’s when I realized, this is my bliss. Could this
feeling all be because of that high you get after a good workout? Maybe, but
don’t ruin my happiness with logic.
Some of you
back home wonder why I love traveling so much, well here it is. For moments
like the one I had today. Living in a foreign city, feeling both completely anonymous
and part of a group at the exact same time. I am forced outside of my comfort
zone in order to “survive” in this massive yet beautiful city. The thrill of
moving here with no place to live and no source of income then the rush of
relief when you find both. That first day of school feeling when you are unsure if you will make any friends and if they will want to sit by you at the lunch table or invite you to their slumber party. Then meeting so many new people from different backgrounds and feeling a kinship with some who share the same gypsy spirit as you. There are always highs and lows of traveling solo but
the benefits are clear, at least for me. I feel like I am exactly where I am
meant to be at this point in my life and its totes the best! ;-)
I guess the
point I am trying to get at with this word vomit of emotional feels, is that
through traveling I have learned more about myself than expected and I know
what makes me happy. It’s not always peaches n cream, but chin up kids, find
what makes you happy and do it, it’s that easy. If you are not happy in the
situation you are in, change it, life is too short to be wasting time on things
that don’t make you happy.
So that’s
enough feels for one week… Also, I touched a kangaroo! AH
