I have a tradition. Every birthday since I was 19 years old, my best friends from my hometown and I get together for a float trip. This is absolute joy to me. To hang out with my closest friends who know me better than anyone get together to sit on a raft, drink some beers, tell the same stories we always tell about all of our memories we have had since we were pre-k.
This year, I woke up on Saturday, ready for the float. Phone in the car, packing gear for the float, and our ride to our float is late. I go and check my phone and have a text from my old co-worker.
"Call me when you wake up."
I get in my car, make sure I have service, and call my dear friend. The only parts of the conversation I remember are this:
"So, how are you? ... It's your float trip? ... Crap... I found this bump. I went to the doctor. It's cancer."
The rest of the conversation happened in tears and hope and talking about steps and what was going to happen. And Katie was still worried about me.
Monday happens. Tests and more tests. I'm going to go ahead and say that Monday is my most prized day. My birthday. And it was one of the most stressful and worst days of my life. I'm not saying this to make my beautiful friend feel bad, but that day, will always be engrained in my head as the day the miracle started.
Before I go on, I have to explain this relationship between Katie and I. My Kady.
There is pretty much zero reason we should be friends. We are so incredibly different. At some point, while we worked together at OTC, we came to this realization: We make each other laugh. I remember the exact time Katie said to me, 'I like you because you laugh at my jokes.' And almost immediately, I responded, 'You laugh at my jokes!' Something clicked and there was nothing but unfiltered friendship since that point.
After years and babies and beaches and too many memories to count, Katie moved on to MSU and she put on my calendar a weekly Friday lunch, that we have rarely missed.
So what do you do when one of your most favorite persons tells you she has cancer? Seriously. As a bystander, how do you deal with cancer?
First, I think I went into complete shock. Besides crying on that first call with Katie, I just didn't emote. I didn't know what to do. I had some migraines. I had some shakes. I had a lot of stress. But I didn't freak out.
Then after a few long weeks of not having our weekly lunch, I went to sit at chemo with her. WTF do you expect at chemo? How will she feel? What will it look like? I have dealt with cancer in my family, but I have never done this.
And you know what I found when I got there? My friend. My beautiful, always optimistic, smiling Kady. Just sitting there, with an IV looking just like Katie. Are you kidding me? I immediately felt so stupid for thinking some other version of Katie would be waiting there for me.
After 14 weeks of chemo and having the absolute opportunity to sit by her side for a few hours each week - these are our new lunch dates, Hence, Wednesdays are the new Fridays. And it seriously is the normal lunch date we have had for two years since she left OTC and seven years of friendship (plus some Benadryl induced napping that I may or may not have taken advantage of). Sure, my questions are over labs and results, and then it is over organizational charts (which we love), stupid gossip, BKB and BTB, my niece and nephew, family, stupid stories, and everything we always talk about.
And then you have those absolute superficial moments. The conversation goes like this: You have a beautiful bald head. Look how perfect it is. Just like you. So freaking perfect. ... Dude. You still have your eyebrows. *weeks later* DUDE. You still have your eyebrows! ... You are wearing jeans today! Holy cow! ... And all of those moments seem normal. Because this is the new normal.
Getting to know the chemo nurses. Getting to know the other women killing cancer in the same room, week after week. And I'm just a bystander.
But there are HUGE moments where I think I failed at being a friend of someone who is dealing with this whole terrible, bad, no good, cancer thing. I think, I literally just texted her about something so small. She has cancer for goodness sakes. We just looked over the OTC org chart to see who was doing whatever. And I feel bad. But then. Then I realize, that is what we always do. That is who we are. Cancer or not. Kady and Kimmers are two ridiculously funny human beings who might only think we are funny but we are really funny. This is what our friendship is based on. A person who will text me the most hilarious thing that makes me laugh out loud, and I have a pretty stupid story to tell her right back that makes her laugh.
She has changed my life. And cancer has changed her life and will forever change our lives, but with change, the constant of our friendship is right there.
And so that. That is what you do when your friend has that big ol' C word. Cancer. You make each other laugh. You send too many emojis. You take really unflattering pictures. And you continue to be friends. Just freaking hilarious friends.
I am so incredibly thankful that years ago the Coulter family took me in and I get to go on this crazy, stupid, unexpected journey with my Kady. I'm so glad we make each other laugh. And most of all, I am so glad she is getting ready to junk punch this cancer into submission. Pow.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
30 in 30: A Long Overdue Update
Blogging. Oh boy have I not kept up with this guy... but the best way to get back on it is to give an update. So the best way to kick off the updates on my life and travels from the last two years is to give an update on that 30 in 30 checklist of all the things I wanted to accomplish in my 30th year. Some I did, some I did not. Here goes my accomplishments and failures. (New notes written in italics, and text in pink means links.)
- Become a Runner (FAIL: But this week I have ran three times, so I'm still trying)
- Not a May-to-October Runner
- Run at least one 10K and five 5Ks
Panther Run: 10/5/13- Touch my Toes (Fail: I spent July doing yoga and dropped off pretty much)
- Yes, that is correct. I can not and have not been able to touch my toes my entire life
- Attend twice-a-month yoga and twice-a-month barre classes
Eat More Whole Foods(Success: I only purchased 10 items the whole year that were not whole foods. I have been pretty diligent about this in the almost two years since I turned 30. My biggest downfall: Croutons.)- Limit grocery store food purchases to food with less than 5 ingredients (most of the time. Follow the 90%:10% rule)
- Limit Meals out to Four Times per Week (I'm just going to say fail)
- Not gonna lie, I'm leery of this one
No Purchasing of Shredded Cheese(Success. I still have not purchases pre-shredded cheese for my own consumption. I have for dishes I have made for events.)- It goes with number 3... just more specific
Prevent Skin Cancer(Success: I am a sunblock crazy person now. Always in my purse and always offering it to people much less fair skinned than myself and laughing when they decline and get burnt.)- I spent my first (almost) 30 years avoiding this. It's time for sunblock, sunblock, sunblock
Continue Not Washing My Hair(Pretty much successful. I do actually wash my hair with manufactured shampoo and conditioner more than I did in my 30th year, but I buy product that is free of everthing.)- I'll explain later
- Bi-Monthly Massage (at least) (Fail. I have had four massages in 1.5 years.)
- What? It's totally doctor prescribed
Visit Nisch and Natalie in NYC. Like for real.(Partial success. Shortly after this blog, my old roomie Natalie invited met to her wedding in New Orleans, so I chose to do that instead and my friend Nisch moved to Nashville, so it was obsolete.)- Get Scuba Certified (Fail: Still on the bucket list.)
Go on a Weekend Roadtrip with the Girls (Done. But I don't really remember where. But we have another one scheduled to a concert in Arkansas this summer, so double success.)- Go Hiking at Whitaker Point (Fail).
Buy a Big Girl Dresser(Success: And I still love it so much. And now Target of course has a knock off of my original thrift store find.)- I've been living in crates like a college-kid for my entire adult life. It's time to quit buying clothes and finally buy something to put them in.
- Weed it Out (Fail.)
- Take care of my lawn and get those darn weeds (and poison) out. Sadly, I'm willing to kill it all. Muhahahaha.
- Seal Leak in Basement (Fail.)
Get a Bookshelf.(Success: Sorry, no pics.)- Finish Bedroom Basement (Fail.)
- Paint
- Bed frame
Get Internet at my House(Success.)- Well, maybe not. I'm still toying with this one.
Finish those Stupid Antlers AND Hang Them(Success.)Make a Tres Leche Cake for my Birthday(Success: And delicious.)- Okay, this is a bit of a cop out... but I need something to scratch off immediately!
- Go on a Game Show (Fail.)
- Even if it's a dorky Branson one.
Perfect the Art of Making Plantains(Pretty much a success. I have gotten pretty good and found a place in STL that serves them perfectly.)- Play an Entire Round of Golf (Fail: Didn't even attempt.)
Print my Instagram Prints(So much success. Not only printed but put into #30 creative projects and made books and have kept on it.)Eat At...(this list could grow) (Success: Eating is not a problem.)- Make (and stick to) a Monthly Budget (Ehhh....)
- $$$SAVE!$$$ (Success: I won't cross this off because it is ever growing, but I have a savings plan and have continued to grow my long-term savings even with trips.)
- And not for trips! I need a new roof and a new car soon... but still put a little money away for
Bali 2015(No Bali, but I went to Thailand.) Decide on a Rotary Club(Done. I joined Downtown Rotary and have never looked back.)Decide on that Doctorate(Done. I'm not doing it. At least not now. I made a very resolute decision on not acting on the opportunity to apply and am happy with my decision.)- Be More
Creative(I'm going part way on this. I still think I can 'BE MORE.' I get in creative highs and lows. I did a whole lot with my house and decorating and projects. Maybe not one every month, but multiple times in one month.) - How? I don't know. But once a month, I will do something creative. Writing, painting, drawing, crafting, etc. Look out Pinterest! Here I come! Jay slash kay. I'm not joining Pinterest. (Oh, I joined Pinterest. Not impressed.)
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Blue Badge Official: My Rotary Story
Roughly eight years ago my girlfriends convinced me to take this kickboxing class with them. I hated every second of it. Every freaking second. As much as I hated it, I learned a lot from the course. First, I learned that kicking and punching the air or bags does not relieve my stress. It does not allow me to vent my frustrations. It actually increases my anxiety level because I absolutely hate violence. I hate it so much that even violence against the air in front of me causes me stress.
One night after class, I was talking to two ladies and one asked me if I was a student (No, I work at a college), what was my major (public relations), and what my goals were (at the time, I thought I was headed into a life of fundraising and foundation work). That lady was Vera Gibbons. She asked me to lunch to see if I would be interested in helping her with this event I had heard of and attended called Rock'n Ribs. I accepted her invitation and it honestly completely changed my life.
I started helping Vera and her Rock'n Ribs partner Matt Sims with sponsorship for the event. Rock'n Ribs is a local BBQ competition and community event put on by Rotary Clubs of Springfield that benefits seven local charities in the Ozarks. My job was essentially to call upon Rotarians for small donations. I mean come on, is this not a job for me? BBQ and asking people for money seems like it is built for me.
After one year of asking Rotarians for money I realized, if I'm asking these people to commit their dollars, I should probably put my money where my mouth was and join the very organization raising these hundreds of thousands of dollars. So I joined Rotaract, which is Rotary for young professionals under the age of 30.
Through Rotaract I met countless friends, joined many more boards, continued to help with Rock'n Ribs and eventually, learned, I hated raising money. Okay, that is not entirely true. I like it. I am pretty decent at it. But I did realize that is not what I wanted to do with my career. So another lesson learned from this kickboxing class.
I continued to help out with sponsorship for Rock'n Ribs for about three years and then took a step back from sponsorship but continued to help out with the actual event.
In 2012, through Rotaract I learned of an amazing opportunity through Rotary called the Group Study Exchange. Actually where this blogging thing originated over on my blog May The Road Rise. I earned a spot on the 2013 GSE team to Central America and there I learned the actual mission of Rotary International. I finally got our credo, Service Above Self. I knew the Four Way Test, but I never got it until that trip. The Four Way Test is something we state before every Rotary meeting. We pride ourselves in memorizing (I even memorized it in Spanish). It is our guiding ethical principles. It goes like this:
Rotarians, of the things we think, say, or do, we must ask ourselves:
My GSE trip happened during Rock'n Ribs 2013. So I did not participate in anyway with the event that year. In 2014, Vera extended an invitation to help her out with the big dinner we throw for all of our $10,000+ sponsors. It is the most fun of Rock'n Ribs. It was planning the party with one of the most fun people I know, so of course I accepted. No raising of dollars. No big commitment. Just celebrating those in our community who give so much to make Rock'n Ribs happen and allow us to give so much to our charities.
In 2015, Vera stepped down and guess who was left? Me. I struggled with the decision to take on the Rock'n Ribs Sponsorship Dinner. Vera left the largest shoes in the world to fill. She made this event. She made the whole event what it is. She is so amazing. But I was assured by her partner-in-crime Matt that I would have help and they would assist me every step of the way. And boy did they ever. I would have never been able to pull off such an awesome event with such good ideas without Matt and all of our sponsors. And it was a ton of fun. I got to see so many great friends who I first met by asking them for money. I got to spend so much time with Vera and Matt and their families. It was an absolute blast.
And as for the actual event of Rock'n Ribs, we had one heck of a weekend. The numbers haven't came in, but I am positive it will be one of our best ever, likely raising over $150,000 in two days for organizations in the Ozarks.
So, it seems very fitting, that today at our Rotary meeting, the Tuesday after Rock'n Ribs weekend, I was awarded my Blue Badge. For the past year, since I officially transitioned to Rotary from Rotaract, I wore a Red Badge until I fulfilled all of my new member obligations.
A kickboxing class led me to Rock'n Ribs, Rock'n Ribs led me to Rotary, and Rotary has changed my life and will always be a part of my life.
Without all of this I would have never met some of my best friends, I would have never traveled the world, I would have never had the opportunities in my career or in the community, and most importantly, I would have never become who you all know as Kim Greene.
One night after class, I was talking to two ladies and one asked me if I was a student (No, I work at a college), what was my major (public relations), and what my goals were (at the time, I thought I was headed into a life of fundraising and foundation work). That lady was Vera Gibbons. She asked me to lunch to see if I would be interested in helping her with this event I had heard of and attended called Rock'n Ribs. I accepted her invitation and it honestly completely changed my life.
I started helping Vera and her Rock'n Ribs partner Matt Sims with sponsorship for the event. Rock'n Ribs is a local BBQ competition and community event put on by Rotary Clubs of Springfield that benefits seven local charities in the Ozarks. My job was essentially to call upon Rotarians for small donations. I mean come on, is this not a job for me? BBQ and asking people for money seems like it is built for me.
After one year of asking Rotarians for money I realized, if I'm asking these people to commit their dollars, I should probably put my money where my mouth was and join the very organization raising these hundreds of thousands of dollars. So I joined Rotaract, which is Rotary for young professionals under the age of 30.
Through Rotaract I met countless friends, joined many more boards, continued to help with Rock'n Ribs and eventually, learned, I hated raising money. Okay, that is not entirely true. I like it. I am pretty decent at it. But I did realize that is not what I wanted to do with my career. So another lesson learned from this kickboxing class.
I continued to help out with sponsorship for Rock'n Ribs for about three years and then took a step back from sponsorship but continued to help out with the actual event.
In 2012, through Rotaract I learned of an amazing opportunity through Rotary called the Group Study Exchange. Actually where this blogging thing originated over on my blog May The Road Rise. I earned a spot on the 2013 GSE team to Central America and there I learned the actual mission of Rotary International. I finally got our credo, Service Above Self. I knew the Four Way Test, but I never got it until that trip. The Four Way Test is something we state before every Rotary meeting. We pride ourselves in memorizing (I even memorized it in Spanish). It is our guiding ethical principles. It goes like this:
Rotarians, of the things we think, say, or do, we must ask ourselves:
- Is it the truth?
- Is it fair to all concerned?
- Will it build goodwill and better friendships?
- Will it be beneficial to all concerned?
My GSE trip happened during Rock'n Ribs 2013. So I did not participate in anyway with the event that year. In 2014, Vera extended an invitation to help her out with the big dinner we throw for all of our $10,000+ sponsors. It is the most fun of Rock'n Ribs. It was planning the party with one of the most fun people I know, so of course I accepted. No raising of dollars. No big commitment. Just celebrating those in our community who give so much to make Rock'n Ribs happen and allow us to give so much to our charities.
In 2015, Vera stepped down and guess who was left? Me. I struggled with the decision to take on the Rock'n Ribs Sponsorship Dinner. Vera left the largest shoes in the world to fill. She made this event. She made the whole event what it is. She is so amazing. But I was assured by her partner-in-crime Matt that I would have help and they would assist me every step of the way. And boy did they ever. I would have never been able to pull off such an awesome event with such good ideas without Matt and all of our sponsors. And it was a ton of fun. I got to see so many great friends who I first met by asking them for money. I got to spend so much time with Vera and Matt and their families. It was an absolute blast.
And as for the actual event of Rock'n Ribs, we had one heck of a weekend. The numbers haven't came in, but I am positive it will be one of our best ever, likely raising over $150,000 in two days for organizations in the Ozarks.
So, it seems very fitting, that today at our Rotary meeting, the Tuesday after Rock'n Ribs weekend, I was awarded my Blue Badge. For the past year, since I officially transitioned to Rotary from Rotaract, I wore a Red Badge until I fulfilled all of my new member obligations.
A kickboxing class led me to Rock'n Ribs, Rock'n Ribs led me to Rotary, and Rotary has changed my life and will always be a part of my life.
Without all of this I would have never met some of my best friends, I would have never traveled the world, I would have never had the opportunities in my career or in the community, and most importantly, I would have never become who you all know as Kim Greene.
Friday, January 9, 2015
Thailand: Introspection I
A person very close to me once told me that I had the inability to relax. The person said I walked too fast, couldn't sit still, and always looked for the next, and the next, and the next. I of course took absolute offense to this statement. I love the lake. I love the sun. I love a beach. I completely love to lie in a reclining chair and do nothing. I can probably out-sleep anyone in the world on my days off. I know how to relax.
Then I went to Thailand.
I knew when I planned this trip that I wanted adventure. I wanted to meet people. I wanted to find new place. I wanted to explore.
However, what I didn't know about myself or acknowledge about my previous travels, was that I had an inability to sit still.
I took a 24 hour flight. I needed to see what was 24 hours away. See everything I could possibly see in Thailand, the land of beaches and cheap massages and easy living. I needed to see and experience everything I could possibly in two weeks.
And it was amazing. It was beautiful. In fact, the only regrets I have are the few places I really wanted to see, but didn't have time to explore, even when they were just a few miles away.
However, the reason I didn't get to explore certain areas was because I simply chose to sit. To sit and read. To sit and people watch. To sit and finally just breathe for awhile. To be quite alone for me, is the best feeling in the world.
I told my traveling companions about a million times what to expect of me on this trip. I would wander off. I would ask for time alone. I needed time to be alone. And this is no different than my time at home. I have to have time alone. And in the past two years, traveling alone has become one of my favorite things.
Being alone affords the opportunity to meet new people, my favorite part of traveling. A random person is much more likely to approach a person alone than a group. I'm sure this sounds scary to some, but it is seriously my most favorite thing in the world. More than a beach, more than the sun, more than anything. Learning about people is the greatest exploration.
Being alone lets one sit. Just sit. Do nothing. Not have to make conversation. Not try to entertain. Not worry if one is not talking enough or talking too much. Just sit. Be silent. As much as I talk, I think I would surprise people with the amount of silence I need to be a functioning person.
And finally, being alone allows me to take risk without the worry I am being a burden to others. I love to go off the beaten path. I want to go down weird trails and see what is there. I want to see every single landmark, and rock, and beach, and museum, and shop, and market. I want to experience every morsel of food I can stomach, sip every drink I can swallow, and smell every scent possible. I want to take in all the lights and the chaos and the life of where I am visiting. I want to ask other travelers where they have been and where I should go or not go because it is too commercial. I want to hop along with them when they invite me. I want to just wander.
I get this makes people anxious or nervous or scared. I never do anything dangerous. I don't walk down a dark and ominous street in Springfield or Kansas City, I'm sure as hell not going to do it in another country.
Right before I left my mom said something to me I again didn't quite agree with at the time. I think she captured something within me I didn't even identify with myself. Sometimes people give you a title you aren't quite sure of yourself, and then you get it. She said, 'You're pretty fearless.'
My response was, 'Really mom!? I'm full of anxiety!' But she was right. I have anxiety over things in my control. My job. Starting tasks. Finishing tasks. House work. Money. The everlong to-do list. To quote one of my favorite lines from a movie, I stress over, "Bullsh*t! Bullsh*t! Bullsh*t!'
However, she was right I have little fear. I believe what will be, will be. I believe in the good of people. And I have no fear of walking into a bar and meeting some incredible Aussies over a game of Thai Jenga. Or running through the rain and asking for directions from a couple of gents only to see the same Swede and American later and agree to a game of Plume. Or just sit reading in an atrium and say yes when an Austrian stopped to ask if I wanted to share some delicious mango dessert and just talk for hours. That is the high.
People are the absolute best part of travel. These memories are my favorite parts.
If I wanted to simply lie on a beach, read a book, sleep for hours, and get a tan, I would take a short flight to Mexico for a week. And I need those vacations too, but there is a huge part of me that wants to see the landscape of the other side of the world and listen to those around me speak other languages and to go and go and go. That is the best.
So the answer to that giant question everyone keeps asking, 'What was the best part?'
(Besides the people) I learned that I can not relax in the conventional sense. I learned that most of the time I don't want to relax. I learned that not relaxing is not the same as being stressed. It is quite opposite. I learned that being comfortable makes me seriously uncomfortable. I learned that as long as I have somewhere to lie my head with a roof and a pillow at night, I'm pretty secure. I learned that exploring and being thrown out of my comfort zone is amazing and makes me feel most calm.
And I think most of all, I reconfirmed that my favorite part of life is the not knowing, the climb, the trying to figure it all out. I think the not relaxing is my favorite part.
Then I went to Thailand.
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| Railay West Beach, Krabi, Thailand |
I knew when I planned this trip that I wanted adventure. I wanted to meet people. I wanted to find new place. I wanted to explore.
However, what I didn't know about myself or acknowledge about my previous travels, was that I had an inability to sit still.
I took a 24 hour flight. I needed to see what was 24 hours away. See everything I could possibly see in Thailand, the land of beaches and cheap massages and easy living. I needed to see and experience everything I could possibly in two weeks.
And it was amazing. It was beautiful. In fact, the only regrets I have are the few places I really wanted to see, but didn't have time to explore, even when they were just a few miles away.
However, the reason I didn't get to explore certain areas was because I simply chose to sit. To sit and read. To sit and people watch. To sit and finally just breathe for awhile. To be quite alone for me, is the best feeling in the world.
I told my traveling companions about a million times what to expect of me on this trip. I would wander off. I would ask for time alone. I needed time to be alone. And this is no different than my time at home. I have to have time alone. And in the past two years, traveling alone has become one of my favorite things.
Being alone affords the opportunity to meet new people, my favorite part of traveling. A random person is much more likely to approach a person alone than a group. I'm sure this sounds scary to some, but it is seriously my most favorite thing in the world. More than a beach, more than the sun, more than anything. Learning about people is the greatest exploration.
Being alone lets one sit. Just sit. Do nothing. Not have to make conversation. Not try to entertain. Not worry if one is not talking enough or talking too much. Just sit. Be silent. As much as I talk, I think I would surprise people with the amount of silence I need to be a functioning person.
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| Koh Tao |
And finally, being alone allows me to take risk without the worry I am being a burden to others. I love to go off the beaten path. I want to go down weird trails and see what is there. I want to see every single landmark, and rock, and beach, and museum, and shop, and market. I want to experience every morsel of food I can stomach, sip every drink I can swallow, and smell every scent possible. I want to take in all the lights and the chaos and the life of where I am visiting. I want to ask other travelers where they have been and where I should go or not go because it is too commercial. I want to hop along with them when they invite me. I want to just wander.
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| Koh Tao, Sairee Beach |
Right before I left my mom said something to me I again didn't quite agree with at the time. I think she captured something within me I didn't even identify with myself. Sometimes people give you a title you aren't quite sure of yourself, and then you get it. She said, 'You're pretty fearless.'
My response was, 'Really mom!? I'm full of anxiety!' But she was right. I have anxiety over things in my control. My job. Starting tasks. Finishing tasks. House work. Money. The everlong to-do list. To quote one of my favorite lines from a movie, I stress over, "Bullsh*t! Bullsh*t! Bullsh*t!'
However, she was right I have little fear. I believe what will be, will be. I believe in the good of people. And I have no fear of walking into a bar and meeting some incredible Aussies over a game of Thai Jenga. Or running through the rain and asking for directions from a couple of gents only to see the same Swede and American later and agree to a game of Plume. Or just sit reading in an atrium and say yes when an Austrian stopped to ask if I wanted to share some delicious mango dessert and just talk for hours. That is the high.
People are the absolute best part of travel. These memories are my favorite parts.
If I wanted to simply lie on a beach, read a book, sleep for hours, and get a tan, I would take a short flight to Mexico for a week. And I need those vacations too, but there is a huge part of me that wants to see the landscape of the other side of the world and listen to those around me speak other languages and to go and go and go. That is the best.
So the answer to that giant question everyone keeps asking, 'What was the best part?'
(Besides the people) I learned that I can not relax in the conventional sense. I learned that most of the time I don't want to relax. I learned that not relaxing is not the same as being stressed. It is quite opposite. I learned that being comfortable makes me seriously uncomfortable. I learned that as long as I have somewhere to lie my head with a roof and a pillow at night, I'm pretty secure. I learned that exploring and being thrown out of my comfort zone is amazing and makes me feel most calm.
And I think most of all, I reconfirmed that my favorite part of life is the not knowing, the climb, the trying to figure it all out. I think the not relaxing is my favorite part.
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| Thanks to these two for putting up with my inability to relax. Koh Tao, Freedom Beach |
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