At some point I made up a lie that writing isn’t worthwhile.
A writer is meant to write. A painter is meant to paint. Same with musicians, dancers, actors, photographers.
This is my last sunset in Bali. But I don’t feel ready to leave!
I am on a scooter ride from the bustling city of Ubud back to the beach where I belong.
I am visiting a Balinese Spiritual Healer in Ubud.
I am watching the most incredible sunset of my life on Gili Trawangan, Lombok.
I am hanging out on a white sandy beach in Nusa Lembongan, Bali with Macedonian and Dutch women travelers.
I am on a cliff side terrace overlooking the ocean.
I am loving the beaches of Bali. As I sit in on a lounge chair and watch the ocean, it appears so peaceful.
Today is my birthday and I am 42 years old.