Climbing The Sydney Harbour Bridge

Upon seeing people atop the bridge, my intuition screamed, “YES. LET'S GO. DO IT”.

My confidence to dive into experiences is rooted in self-confidence at the core. I trust myself to navigate the “if”, if it happens. Re-wiring my brain, I see everything as an experience in my story. Difficult trials yield invaluable lessons, fuelling evolution. Euphoric and exciting adventures remind me what living is about. I don't lose.

Solo travelling to Canada and navigating three foreign cities reinforces the power of a connected self. Prior experience isn't necessarily required to achieve beyond your known limits. Moulding certainty in uncertainty has no guarantees.

Our minds, body and spirit don't exist in isolation from the environment. Ruminating without action is more terrifying than experiencing and learning. One gives concrete evidence; the other is a vampire depriving us of core selves. Akin to bungee jumping off a crane in Montreal, breaking boundaries requires taking a leap. In turn, climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge posed no challenge.

Living authentically involves risk-taking: to do or not to do. Hide or reclaim identity? Fight fear or let it win? Be vulnerable or say “I'm fine”? Stand up or stay silent? Choices of who to keep or let go of. If there's a tendency to people-please, ask yourself this question. If I'm only valued for masking and hiding, what have I lost from these people?

Being caged by inaction isn’t living. It is surviving a foreign version of ourselves.