It’s Sunday, a little over a week until my next trip to Bali and I’ve just gotten back from an epic Kundalini yoga class at my fave Yoga Ground here in Auckland. I plan to do a lot of yoga while I’m in Bali so have been easing back into it. In all honesty, I can count on one hand the number of classes I’ve taken since my last trip to Bali last August.. I tend to dip in and out of it. And right now my focus has been on F45 and walking my dogs.
I finally did it. I quit my job. Two months ago.
I’ve delayed shouting it from the rooftops because I’ve been going through my internal process, and to be honest, for the past few weeks I haven’t really felt like being vocal. I find it really easy to write about the uncomfortable stuff, but when I’m really happy and things are going great I find it much harder. Call it tall poppy syndrome or reverse narcissism or whatever you like -- it's odd.