27/05/2026
I went to Bali burnt out, stressed to eight, nine, ten hours of a day constantly.
If you’ve been here a while you’ll know something happened with my health earlier this year that got put down to stress.
That was the wake up call I needed.
So I made a decision when I landed. I was just going to live. Fully. No rushing, no striving, no what’s next.
And something genuinely shifted in me over there. No feeling constantly heightened. Just regulated. Calm. Happy.
People in Bali are happy because they’ve got food and clothes on their back. That is it. And that simplicity hit me harder than anything.
I remember being that girl. Never stressed. Just happy twenty four seven. And somewhere along the way I lost her a bit.
So that’s where I’m at now. Romanticising the small things. A walk. A slow morning. Just actually living in what I’ve already got rather than sprinting towards what’s next.
I just want to be happy. That’s it.