Namaste

I am home. Back in the land of rain and jumpers, and I couldn't be happier. I will admit there is a part of me that is longing for the heat, yoga with the sunrise and my new friends. But. I am home. And nothing compares to that feeling.

The past three and a half weeks have been incredible and at times I find myself wondering whether they even happened. But the certificate hidden safely in one of my anatomy book and the new knowledge in my head remind me that the trip wasn’t just some wild figment of my imagination.

When we started the course we were told that we would leave changed – different people than those that arrived. And I think I have. I’m not saying I have come back from Bali with a completely different persona or as someone you wouldn’t recognise, but I think those three weeks have made me braver. For one thing I am no longer afraid of solo travel; in fact I am already trying to decide how I might chase the sun next. I’ve also realised that there were (and still are) patterns and habits in my life that I need to change, to move away from because they simply do not serve me. I’ve come back with a feeling of potential that I didn’t have before… or maybe my trip has helped me see that; to believe in myself. But I am so excited for what the future now holds.

The end of the course didn’t really feel like an ending; it was more a beginning. The start of making a life out of the thing that changed my whole perspective and makes me so happy, and I now have the chance to share it with others. As a yoga teacher I get to help people find some balance in the craziness that is life – and that is such a privilege and a gift.

So Bali you were amazing. More than I ever could have hoped for. I am sure that someday I will see you again but for now thank you for helping me dream a little bigger. Namaste.