As many of you may know this last year has been quite the journey for me and I’m finally back to give you a little update and some lovely wisdom I’ve learned along the way in this thing we call “life.”
First off, it’s a new year (yeah I’m a little late to party but what’s new)! I find the start of a new year is so full of possibilities it lights a fire under my ass strong enough to feel like it could push me to the moon. Or at least the nearest health food store for those of us trying to be “healthier” for the 17th year in a row (for me, my one month yoga membership). Not all resolutions last but hey, we try. But the thing is, it doesn’t always start the moment the clock strikes midnight or end when the sun sets in December. It starts with yourself and ends with yourself–at whatever point you are at in life.
Looking back, 2017 was less than ideal for some of us. It was overall filled with a lot of negativity. That negativity then being plastered all in the news; I’m talking big things like hurricane Harvey and not just the natural disaster if you know what I mean, that fills our brains with constant draining energy. I get you should be informed but sometimes ignorance is bliss. It’s not until you start finding the silver linings in your own backyard where you notice how amazing life is and how amazing the things are that occurring right here and right now. And if you don’t have a backyard to find cool sh** in, then move. Because that’s exactly what I did. And if you can’t move then buy a dog, or a fish, or something. But no matter what, better things are coming. And it seems like 2018 is already looking up. Like Paris Hilton finally finding love, for example. Blue Ivy telling Queen Bey to chill during the Grammys (advice we all need to take sometimes) or some girl, somewhere finally getting an overpriced Kardashian/Jenner beauty product. (Honestly a PR package right now would be greatly appreciated Kim)
My positivity journey didn’t exactly start when 2018 started. In fact, I feel like my life truly started about 6 months ago. Where I decided to move to a place where I could have a back yard to finally find cool sh** in because my old back yard honestly didn’t have a place to get decent (instagrammable) avo toast. Priorities. Yeah it’s 8,000 miles away from home, yeah I’m in a different country, yeah I battle cockroaches and spiders the size of my head in my apartment as if they paid rent and yeah, it’s Australia. But guess what? I’m happy! Despite all the stuff life throws at me on a daily basis that makes me want to rip out my eyelashes, I can at least attempt to align my chakras by the beach while also eating some delish avo toast while I’m at it. You could just call this a dramatic measure to “find myself.”
Not only am I finding myself by adulating in the scariest ways possible, I have found some amazing people to do it with. I had full intentions of being here alone when I arrived back in August. I had no idea how to begin to tackle a new city being virtually a nobody. And to be honest I actually had no friends for my first few months (plays baby violin in background). Never in a million years did I expect to fall in love with so many amazing people who make me feel like I’m at home (you know who you are). Without them I’d be lost half the time, and not just because I’m awful at directions. We have made this world our playground and every day it feels more and more like paradise.
I could go on for ages about my time here is Australia thus far. But to sum up a little bit of what it feels like to hop on a dauntingly long flight with no plan or no money whatsoever, start a brand new career in a brand new country, sign a lease for an apartment without a parent looking after me (and be able to afford it) plus learn my way around a city that looks like spaghetti was dropped on a map. You could say I’m proud. Because I did it, and succeeded. I am beyond proud of the things I have accomplished in such a short amount of time. Like successfully eating and drinking my way through an entire city. I feel as though I’ve already lived a life and a half. And not to mention grateful. I have actually been living the life I started daydreaming about at seven years old stuck inside a classroom because it was too cold for recess. Now I live in the endless summer. And I’m only 23! Life is possible people. You just have to believe in yourself because you are the only person that matters at the end of the day. I am beyond excited to see what this year brings because I never expected it to be this good.