Here I am again 6 months after landing back in Australia, disheartened, exhausted, and ready for Sydney to wrap we up in a warm, comforting, motherly hug. Here I am again ready to spread my wings on yet another audacious journey in the complete opposite direction of the comfort that I longed for only 6 months ago.
That’s the thing about comfort - it’s soothing, and consoling, and wonderful. It makes you want to stay wrapped in it for as long as possible, like a thick blanket on a freezing winter’s night. Then, before you know it, it’s 10 am and you’re an hour late for work, or it’s 10 years later and you’re years passed doing the one thing you’ve always dreamed of…
I’ve long stood on the thin line between comfort and bravery, trying to find a delicate balance between the two. Comfort pulling me towards the ground, and bravery pulling me more towards the sky. I think I could have been a bird in a past life. I was never comfortable with the idea of staying in one place or doing one thing for too long. However, I can’t argue the fact that something that spends all its time in one place couldn’t also be a very content something. Unless that something had wings, then perhaps the thought of being able to fly would make that something much less content with the idea of spending all its time in one place.
I have learned that I can fly. Not so much in the literal sense, but in the sense that I have the opportunity to chase the dreams and passions that are so very close to my heart. While it’s not always a smooth flight, it is flight, and I feel so lucky and privileged to be able to take off again on a new adventure that will see me spend time doing what I know I am meant to be doing in this world.
Recently, the force pulling me towards the sky became too strong. Call it bravery, call it intuition, call it the puppetry of the universe. Either way, that force became stronger than that which was pulling me to the ground. There have been little signs, manifests of the universe, guiding me towards my heart’s desires. I can’t argue with that - the heart wants what the heart wants…and my heart wants to be in Nepal… so that is where I shall go….
Read the first part of this story at Turning A Dream Into Reality - Part 1