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My recent trip to Canggu, Bali was one of self discovery and connection. Travelling solo, I had quit my job the day before Christmas. I was free. There had been a niggle to get away. My intention, to get slow down and get clear. To find meaning and purpose in my life and ground the desires I wished to create for my future. I was tired of being on the conveyor belt. In a routine and job that I didn’t love, it was stealing my inner joy. I had recently pursued more creative outlets in teaching yoga and supporting people to discover their inner light. I knew this was my calling and I was done with doing things that were out of alignment with my souls purpose. The 36 year old responsible woman in me said ‘fuck it’, and completely surrendered to the universe. I had never travelled overseas alone. Sure if travelled countless times, yet not in this way. I wasn’t in my 20’s looking to get wasted and meet a heap of people. I was doing this for me, to find space and direction in my life. Living alone, I was fairly independent. However, in your own zone you have the safety and comfort of your home, friends and family for company. I was done playing small, so the day I quit, I booked my trip for 10 days to the land of bliss. Solo travel was what I anticipated and more. I did everything I intended. Yoga, nourished my body with amazing food, my body with massages and my soul with reading and writing. By far, my favourite thing to do was feeding my obsession of baths. Bali has the most incredible outdoor stone baths, I was literally in my version of heaven! Deep into my bliss, I met a man. A beautiful looking, heart opening 38 year old paramedic from Byron. This blue eyed hottie caught me at first glance. We spent days together. Doing nothing, feeling everything. The connection between us was electric. Conversation flowed and there was an ease in our interactions. Finally, someone got me, saw me, chose me. I felt in my power with a sense of excitement and faith that my twin flame existed. Unfortunately I was wrong, what turned out to be a mind blowing connection and sex, was just that. A disguised opportunity of love, in reality a holiday fling. Again, there was that niggle. Soon I found out the truth. He was still married and had lied about everything. I felt hurt, angry and inevitably disappointed. I was heart broken. Once the tears fell and the stabbing in my heart space subsided, I was able to take stock of what he taught me. Boy was he a gift. You see, I value authenticity. It is what I say I am, looking for and represent in my life. As someone who showed up, completely inauthentic, He opened my eyes to what I deserve. At 36, 66 or 106.... I deserve love, true and authentic love. I have this within myself and I choose me, I won’t settle for less. So thank you to a trip that gave me the space and clarity to travel solo. To get clear on what my values are, what I am living and what I will not accept in my life. I didn’t expect to find a holiday romance, which in turn gave me the power, strength... and love to return to the most important person, me.