Another Post from the road; thanks for all your beautiful comments last week. I’m back in internet land so I promise I’ll be a better commenter.
It’s 45 degrees outside. The summer sun is streaming through my windows and making my already tanned skin even browner. The sign on the left side of the road informs me that Alice Springs is only 199kms away.
We are literally in the middle of Australia.
I’m loving the drive home, which sounds crazy when you consider its three and a half thousand km’s with four small children, but it’s the truth.
For one reason, this part of the world is so beautiful (case in point). The scenery in the NT is constantly changing and it’s impossible to get sick of this view.
Secondly, I can’t wait to get home. Holidays are wonderful, but there is a sense of life stopping, which I guess is the point. I think it’s why, as a child, I was convinced there was like two weeks between one years end and the new ones beginning. As if we all just needed a break. (Which, hello, great idea!!!)
Well we’ve had our break now and we have done it well. We’ve travelled from one end of the country to the other, reminisced, visited relatives and spent so much time at the beach. Breezing on jet skis, paddling up and down the coast, and even just lying in glorious clear water are all novelties to Darwinians, and we have taken full advantage.
But as much as I’ve loved the novelty, I’m desperate for a return to normalcy. To having to clean my floors and feed my dog. (Or make the kids do it ;)) I’ve missed making my spaghetti, and blogging regularly and consistently. And the black hole of Internet reception I experienced while away just about broke me; I hate to be a negligent commenter.
So as we’re driving down the highway, nearing home and the return of life as we know it, I’ve been thinking about what 2013 will bring, and pondering on the words I’ve chosen for the year. Waiting for life to start, whilst I drive along in my holiday bubble, completely unaware that the tone of the coming months has already been set in the last 3 and 1/2 weeks.
I’m a bit of a recluse in many ways. And I play it safe.
I like comfort and predictability.
I’m good with my own space.
That’s my natural state, I guess you could say, but I see now, that all these things, over the years, have slowly been being stripped away from me, helping me, forming me, forcing me to face fear and discomfort and become better and bolder.
Most of it’s boatmans fault. He’s always pushing me a little bit further.
Once upon a time, such an event would have been impossible for me. I couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing where I would be, and not having a working toilet , four walls or an aircon to keep away the blistering heat.
I found that as the road stretched on, the mercury never wavered, and all towns passsed out of site, my anxiety rose and I was cranky and frustrated, wishing I could just click my fingers and get us home.
Instead we went to Bon Bon.
A truck stop, in the middle of nowhere.
With some kind of internal strength I never knew I had, I managed to push aside my disgust at our road side bed, ignored the heat and set about setting up camp.
We put the children to sleep with a fan doing the best it could, and sat outside whilst the sun made its final descent beyond the horizon, and the stars put on a grand display.
Soon boatman and I headed off to bed, dousing out heads with water in an attempt to cool off from the 35 degree heat.
We needn’t have bothered.
The minute out heads hit the pillow, the wind blew in, and quickly turned cold. Miss Ava had gone to sleep complaining of it being ‘very, very hot,’and then woke up to it being ‘very, very cold,’ and it really was.
It’s been part and parcel of this trip and even the past few years really. Whenever I’ve been confronted by something I really have no choice to face, and attempt it with as much grace as I can, it’s turned into an unexpected blessing.
By far, our favorite location on this trip has been that road side stop at the end of the world.
As we drive towards Alice Springs, and the promise of a swim and decent shower, I asked boatman what he thinks is in store for us this year.
‘I think there’s going to be lots of opportunities,’ he said. ‘But it’s up to us to take them.’
To stretch ourselves.
Which is exactly what I was thinking too.
So whilst I’m yet to give words to my goals for the year, I can say with certainty that this year I intend to stretch myself further than ever before.
I want to be more flexible; to have a better attitude and to love people more fully. To go beyond what I think I can and test my own boundaries.
To take life by both hands and not play it safe, but embrace the adventure.
Even if it means sleeping at the end of the world
Do you do things the safe, comfortable way?
Do You think you could be missing out?
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