In some moments i can be so exited, but others really petrified. Some feel as if i am making a massive mistake, but others feel like a wonderful opportunity provided by a series of thoughts based on my past experiences. Memories? Some days i think i will struggle to return to that place of co-existing with the sun and the moon. Focused on breath and space and light; not students and marking and years spent trying to inspire classrooms full of mixed ability flesh. Returning will inevitably force me inward, I wonder how far i will be able to retract, sharing experiences with another person so physically and emotionally attached. In the past i have achieved most when i have been alone. I am heading off from a very different place than i did ten years ago, i think.
What about terrorism and earthquakes and typhoons and bus crashes and bad ferries and muggers and corrupt cops and snakes and shrimp paste?
lakes, mountains, deserts, metropolis cities, tropical beaches, life experiences, space, people, relaxation, excitement, fate, culture, curry!
Today it feels so hard to know why i am leaving what is considered a good safe life.