๐๏ธ I Didnโt Come to Bali to Play Small
I started in Sri Lanka thinking,โHow hard can a motorbike be?โ Hard enough that the owner ran after meand confiscated it 200 meters later. Cue ego death. So I come to Bali. Get a lesson. Go over two tree trunks. Straight into a wall. No pain. Just humility. So I decide: Back of the bike is safer. Today? Different story. I jump on the back in Seminyak traffic. Instant download: โThis man needs to blow up his tires.โ Halfway through? We skid. Heโs mounting pavements. Cutting across traffic. No helmet. Chaos everywhere. Iโm literally thinking: โWell. This is it. Pearly gates incoming.โ And then I asked myself: Would you rather be terrified and aliveโฆ or comfortable and half-asleep back home in a beige office? Something in me unclenched. I relaxed. And I enjoyed the ride. If Iโm sliding into the afterlife, I want to be yelling: โWhat a feckinโ ride. Hell yes.โ Thatโs GOOSIFIED Level 6 yeah baby! 57 yr young granny signing off ๐