Tuesday. Sitting in the park with my coffee and cig. Feeling like I’ve conquered the world. It’s a vibe.
Back to real life now. Laundry. Packing. Errands. Shopping. Squeegeeing the bathroom floor while singing The Beatles. Fun.
Mentally preparing for my next YTTC now that I know what to expect from it. I’m looking forward to it. It will be particularly challenging for me because I will be doing a lot of Yin Yoga, which we all know I hate. The body keeps the score, and Yin Yoga is where I feel it the most. Maybe it will be different now. Anyway, I’m looking forward to taking on the challenge and learning new techniques.
I’m also excited to just go chill in a rainforest for a month. I’ve been looking at pictures on Instagram. This place is so beautiful. I am ready to find my center of peace.
Otherwise, I hear a lot of mixed opinions about Bali. Some people love it, some people hate it, some people think it’s full of literal and metaphorical trash. Let’s find out. Bali: Tourist Trap, Influencer Hell, Digital Nomad Haven, or Yogi Paradise? Perhaps a mix of all of the above?
I’m in such a good mood now. I really am. I was too sad when Bachelor #1 departed. Bachelor #2 feels more like a one night stand and I’m okay with it. He’s not about to take me down to dinner at the riverfront and go on the Ferris wheel. He’s just done, I think. So that’s fine.
They were very different experiences. Whoever said “All cats look grey in the dark” was seriously deluding themselves. The older I get, the more absurd that phrase actually becomes to me. Just… wow.
Yeah, sure, all the cats look grey in the dark, but one of them was a mystical panther guiding me on a sacred journey through the ancient jungles of the Yucatán peninsula while the other was an overly aggressive lion charging right at me while out on safari deep in the bush. It’s not the same experience at all.
This is why I got into trouble with one of my college professors when we were reading The Return of Martin Guerre. If you’re not familiar with this story, it’s about a court case in France of a man who to returned from war to his wife after 20 years and turned out to be an imposter. The question everyone wants to know is: did the wife know? Was she complicit?
He said no because, literally, and I quote exactly, “All cats look grey in the dark.” I literally laughed out loud because that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard and was like, “Seriously? No. That’s not a real thing. She definitely knew.”
He didn’t like me much after that. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that like most men, he prefers to delude himself into thinking he’s a fierce, young tiger that’s gonna rip you to pieces instead of a creepy old ghost cat lurking around a haunted mansion late at night. Sad!
If you guessed that he turned out to be creepy and problematic towards his female students, you would be correct in that assumption. They do like to tell on themselves, don’t they?
Wow, I’m in such a good mood right now. This is amazing. God save the Queen, or whatever. Self-esteem boosted. Mood lifted. Just generally feeling better about everything in life.
I can totally do this. I am okay. No worries. Just give me one month in the rainforest and I’m good to go. Reset. Restart. Refresh. Go.
Off to do all the things today. Ta ta!