Greetings from Indonesia!
May I offer you some advice before coming here? Don’t even bother applying online for a visa. It’s a scam. They just take your money and then say you don’t have an approved visa and then charge you more money for a visa on arrival and then tell you it’s your fault for “coming to the country without a visa.”
The good news is, now I have two visas for Indonesia. I have one for 30 days for the yoga school, then I can leave and come back for 60 more days! Yay!
So I got in at about 1am, then got to the yoga school at about 3am. Bali at night is spooky AF. They have all these statues here everywhere and they really do look like random people just lurking in the jungle at night. Freaky. I’m excited to see the island during the day.
So far the yoga school does not disappoint. This one is bigger and more established than the one I went to in India, which was a new school that had branched off from an older school that closed during the pandemic. The rainforest is right there. Like it’s five feet away from me. My view right now is all pool and rainforest.
The school is very clean, the food is delicious, the teachers are professional, and my room actually has a real shower with a real door and a divided floor, so no more squeegee and no more bucket! The course materials are top notch, the instruction is clear, and my classmates are from all over the world. I am the only person here who is already a certified yoga teacher with actual teaching experience, so everyone is asking me all sorts of questions. It’s weird to be treated like some kind of expert when deep down I’m a hot mess. I hope I can use my experience to help the other students feel more confident in their teaching skills.
Today is the first day of class. We went over the teaching philosophies at this school. The first one struck me particularly hard. It was about seeing the beauty in the world and always staying positive and trying to think the best of people. I had to hide the fact that reading it made me tear up.
It just made me realize… this is why I’m so angry. I want to think the best of people. I want to see the beauty in the world. This is what I tried to do in South Dakota for 16 years. I tried to stay positive and see the beauty. But the people there… ugh. They literally just it impossible. And now all I’m left with is anger. So much anger. I’m angry I was forced to be there against my will, I’m angry that I was there for so long, and I’m angry because I couldn’t even make a positive experience out of it because the people there are fucking impossible. They just don’t want outsiders to love it because they don’t want outsiders there. So fuck ‘em.
Anyway, here is further proof that my approach was correct all along and they were the ones who wronged me every step of the way. So, keep trolling me, I guess. I’m not going to engage with it anymore. Just delete, block, and move the fuck on.
The other one that stuck with me was the rule about non-violence. Obviously, I am a non-violent person, but when she was discussing it, I thought back to my hook up with the British Guy and I was like… that was kind of a violent encounter I had with him there. I definitely managed to tame the lion by the end of it, but I had to wrestle him really hard to get there. But in the future… I would definitely prefer to keep the violence out of the bedroom for sure. I need to be more careful about who I hook up with, obviously.
I am glad I overcame my anxiety spiral yesterday and finally made it to the airport. The whole of yesterday sucked, but that’s mostly on me. I got here in one piece and everything is okay. The end.
Glad I decided to come here. I can already feel my vibe changing. I need this. Time to release the rage and go full yogi.
Off now. Gotta change back into my yoga clothes for afternoon classes.
Have a good day! Sorry you’re not here in Bali. 🙁