About 11 hours into the flight from Chicago to Dubai, I had this "oh shit" moment. As in, I'm 11,600km away from home, what if I get to Bali and I do nothing. A panicked feeling came over me. I don't typically operate well without structure. What am I going to do every day? I thought this is different than when I went to India and Kenya. My days were planned, I had a clear objective. Then I remembered that when I arrived in India, I was so tired, so uncomfortable, I didn't know anyone, and to make matters worse, the bus that took us from the airport to the ashram didn't have A/C. In that moment from New Dehli to the ashram, I looked up at the moon and the sky. I realized that there's one moon and one sky and so yes, although I am far away, my friends and family are gazing at the same sky and moon as me. In an instant, I felt more grounded, more connected, and the feeling of being alone dissipated. I knew it would all be okay.
I hold onto that learning tightly as I begin my journey in Bali. It is a big, big world and even so, I know that I am still never alone, you are never alone, we are never alone.