So my partner in crime, my little sister Heather is currently spending a year in Asia with her boyfriend Sam. Of course you all know I was the reason they got together. Annnyway she has started a travel blog now you can catch it here
So Heather came in joined me the end of 2009 for a winter in Canada. She lost my car on Australia day and then broke her wrist snowboarding in Panorama. You know I delt with my mother criticising me for not taking my sister to the hospital straight away but I reminded her how my lovely parents left me with a broken wrist for 24 hours after I ran into a wall at school. (I dont want to talk about it right now)
We drove down the west coast of USA with random adventures on the way getting stoned with an apple in Eureka California and being pulled over by police an ounce of weed in the glovebox in Silicon Valley. We made it to Coachella for an incredible three day music festival with some friends of mine I'd met in a parking lot in Toronto six months before
Then we flew to South America for six weeks of adventure.
She took weed through the bolivia/ecuador border, we went swimming in the amazon and she forced me to ride a bike down the death road in Bolivia. She got absolutely wasted the day before our flight over the nazca and had her head in a bag for most the small plane flight. We got pushed into a locals car in Peru for a back road adventure where there always seemed to be 10 people in a tiny car and couldn't speak a word of spanish. We fought over who took the most jam when there was unlimited jam. but we fought over everything in those six weeks.
We drove through Nevada, a stop at las vegas which involved picking up two very young boys from ohio and then onto Mexico for a crazy communion of 200+ couchsurfers where we partied for three days. After mexico it was onto Arizona for two days that stretched into a week of waterslides, beer, river tubing (one of my favourite sports ever) and onto Colorado where we finally flew back to Australia. We smoked so much weed and had Jason Mraz on repeat in the car.
So its kind of weird now to think my little sister will be away for a year and then she goes to live in Sydney with her boyfriend. But thats life I guess and I'm excited to hear about all her adventures every day. Sure im jealous I would love to be spending a year in Asia but im happy for her. I'm sure we still have some mad adventures to come ;)
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than the things you did do.
So I am one of those people who gets fancy soaps for Christmas gifts and then puts them aside because well they are fancy and I don’t want to just use them for ANYTHING and continue to buy cheaper bigger bottles of soap for general use. I cleaned out one of my drawers yesterday and found some I had been given two years ago.. It made me wonder why I had kept it for two years. Whatever special occasion I was saving it for hadn’t come up and all I was doing was holding on to a temporary item. Did you know that soaps have use by dates?
So now I have a bunch of expensive soaps that all I can do is throw away, what a waste. I could have used that soap and smelt like lavender for a few hours instead all I am left of is the fact they sat in my room taking up space for several years.
When I turned 30 there was a lot about my life that I wished I had done. I wished that I continued playing drums, I wished that I had learnt another language in school, I wished I could do the splits. Well ok I don’t care so much about the last one but the problem with being 30 is learning new things is a lot harder and takes a lot more effort than when I was 15. Your brain is slower and less likely to adapt to change. Your body is not as physically able as it used to be. I’m far from over the hill but time is catching up with me.
I know however that I never sit there and think I wish I had never learnt how to snowboard, I wish I had never hiked to Machu Picchu, things which involved a lot of work and pain but I never regretted any of them. I may have bitched and moaned a lot of the time but the effort only made the rewards that much sweeter.
I don’t want to be that person who looks back on their life and thinks, well I had a good life. I want to be that person who looks back and says “I had a GREAT life” I want to know that I lived each day to the fullest of my abilities and past that. I want to go back and look at the photos and remember the people I met and the choices I made and I want to regret nothing. I’m no stranger to stupid decisions but even those became lessons that made me stronger.
So a friend of mine posted this on his facebook wall and I think it sums things up perfectly. If you were always considering it now is the time to start living life!!