Place: Qantas Club
Favourite Things: My boarding pass that says Perth, very soon.
A story to start off…
Over the last few days I have been at an amazing young adults conference in Sydney called ‘awakening’. Its been gold. However yesterday something hilarious happened to me, of all things, in the toilet. SMILE ALREADY. I was innocently depositing all the water I had been drinking like a good girl, and the arm band you get as a guest of the conference, fell into the toilet bowl. RIGHT in the middle of my, lets say it nicely number 1’s. So I had to fish it out, or else the big bouncers would have carried me out of the auditorium, so I thought, I’ll wash it with soap and then go ask for a new one. But smiling, didn’t help, no new band for this groupie. So today I left it on the wipers of my friends car with a note that said…’here is a wee little present for you!’ She knew the story. She hasn’t text me back.
I am so a crazy cat when it comes to stuff like that, crumbs around my mouth when I meet someone knew, dropping plates on tiled floors in VIP lounges, words that come out of my mouth at inopportune times…
A couple of days ago, a few of my closest friends, went out to a farm and went four wheel motorbiking. We all had one each, in the theme of today’s blog, I looked like an old lady on her little shopping mobile, and my friends looked like they had walked in from the set of Mad MAX. Hilarious.
As I flew around the bush, (okay crawled…I was scared of the accelerator button!) I had this moment of pure joy. Covered in mud, as we launched through big puddles, screaming as my friends came right up behind me in a bid that I would go over 20 kms per hour, I had this revelation of the crazieness of life. Within days I have been to my friends memorial, I have soaked in a thermal pool watching thermal activity bubble to the surface, helped a friend with a music festival of 30,000, hung out with my closest friends, met a friend from Queensland, gone to a radical conference engaging young adults with their dreams, eaten amazing lebanese food and hanging at a lebanese crib, walked into a Maori marae and eaten an hungi…thenÂ I find myself flying through the bush in Sydney hills on a four wheel drive motor bike.
The privlege of life to the fullest, is so easy to forget. Heath Leger’s death really shook me. Close to my age, went to school in my state.
Life is so short. The canvas is so much bigger than we see. Enjoy every single moment. Don’t take the privelege of our worlds for granted.
I truly am grateful for the little things. Motor bike riding in the outback, covered in mud, screaming, laughing, scared witless.
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Annie this is for you!!