So I'm here in Australia with a working holiday visa, and in this land of endless traveling, there's simply too much that I want to do in this short space of time. Yes, I'm here for an entire year, but time flies when you're having fun. It's been almost 10 months since I stopped working and started traveling and exploring my "inner peace" (that's what I will call it from now on, it's just like Kung Fu Panda), and it definitely didn't feel like it's been that long. So I probably really should start prioritizing what I really really want to do while I'm here shouldn't I?
There's always so much that we want to do in life, how do we decide what we want to do, what we don't really have to do, and what we absolutely must do or else if I get hit by a bus tomorrow I really will regret not having done XY and Z by the time I get to the pearly gates? Why does it get more and more difficult when we are thrown with more choices in the short time we have on earth?
Today I went diving at this place called Cook's Island, near Coolangatta, an island discovered by (surprise surprise~) Captain Cook. The island is known for the turtles in this region, which we saw plenty of today and it was wonderful. Water temperature was not so wonderful though, at 21 degrees Celsius, I was freezing by the end of our second dive.
Now I'm mentioning this because I've been thinking about doing my divemaster course for scuba diving while I'm in Australia, and getting a job at a resort or something for a few months and dive everyday. Until today. Don't get me wrong, the two dives I did today was great, but it was not the most ideal dives I've had in my life. And chances are, if you dive everyday, not every dive is going to be great, and that's just part of life. So the question here now is, how much do I want to do this, over something else that I really really really want to do, like say, teach yoga? Chances are, teaching yoga is not going to be absolutely great every single day either, and that's life too.
Now I just sound really whiney and ungrateful don't I? No wait, I have a point, it's coming. What if I just stopped thinking about what might be better than what I'm doing right now, and just enjoy what I've chosen to do right this moment? What if I left some of these choices to fate? What if I just stopped planning so much for all these things which could change at the snap of my fingers (or yours for that matter)? Let's just put one foot in front of the other, one at a time, and once I manage to do that well, then maybe I can work out some kind of dance routine.
So that's it, I'm going to stop worrying, stop planning, stop thinking, and listen to what this body is telling me that it wants to do next. Right now it's saying that it wants a nap!
