This next blog needs to be prefaced with a slight warning because anyone wanting to read funny stories about me killing it at Fili Beans Espresso, knocking out awesome coffees or following stories of the amazing Philippines adventures I’ve been having on Siargao Island, this one’s not for you. The idea of this blog is to give my personal and honest insight into transitioning from life in Australia to life in the Philippines and while I know it’ll be full of amazing stories down the track this next one taps into my inner hippy a little.
I woke up sick this morning. Not sick. I woke up with a sick feeling in my stomach. For the first time since setting foot on this island I woke up with a feeling of unsureness; was I actually going to be able to make this work? The plan was to surf as much as possible and meet people from all over the world, trading travel stories while making some of the best coffee on Siargao Island. So still with no coffee machine after two weeks and an injured leg keeping me out of the water it’s no surprise that a little self-doubt was beginning to sink in.
After a quick self-assessment, it didn’t take long to realise why someone who normally deals quite well with stress or slow times, was starting to feel the pressure and struggling. 31 years on this planet has taught me a lot but one of the most important lessons I’ve learnt is that we need coping mechanisms for when things aren’t going to plan.
When the surf’s flat, we go kayaking, when we’re sick or injured, we get comfort from family and friends, or when the pressure starts to build, we take a step back, head for nature and remind ourselves that we’re the ones in control and have the ability to alter the amount of pressure we’re under. The problem was that the environment has changed and I hadn’t adapted yet… until this morning.
After hearing her praises sung all week from a group of friends, this morning I headed along to Kayla’s class at Yoga Dojo. Even though I was nervous at the thought of reopening my propeller wound with a little too much gusto on the Half Pigeon, I took the chance and had my first crack at seeking mindfulness on the Island and am extremely thankful for doing so.
In what was undoubtedly my most positive and enjoyable yoga session ever, I was finally able to clear the cloudiness of the previous two weeks and not only focus on what I’d come to Siargao in search of, but why I’d woken up this morning feeling so far from it. The problem wasn’t that I couldn’t surf or that I wasn’t making coffee yet, the problem was how I’d been approaching these challenges and the coping mechanisms with which I’d employed; which long story short, was to try and party it all away. This isn’t to say I haven’t been enjoying my time here on the Island, quite the contrary in fact, but what it had meant is that rather than focusing on the issues, I was simply ignoring them in the hope that eventually I’d be back in the water, the machine would be here and I’d be doing what I came here for and life would back on track; I guess it was just taking too long.
So what’s all of this taught me? Well for starters, meditation, mindfulness and yoga are a great place to start as a way to deal with stress, or the pressures of life when things aren’t quite going to plan. As well as this I understand that when we change our environments there may also be cause to change the way in which we approach our times of stress or inactivity and boredom. What it also means is that once again I’m feeling super positive about the whole experience and can’t wait to get my Simonelli T3 (my machine) and start knocking out some of the best coffees on Siargao Island, get back in the surf and feel the saltwater on my skin again and keep riding the good vibes that come from living amongst one of the friendliest tropical Island communities in the world.