I step out of the taxi in Ubud and am immediately hugged by Mother Nature’s warmth and humidity. My body was meant to be in this weather, every cell in my body is singing, “I’m happy.” The taxi driver grabs my luggage and we begin walking down the path to the guesthouse.
Our feet are greeted with vibrant offerings. The Balinese leave bright orange, yellow, and purple flowers along with crackers and incense on the ground every morning as an offering for their Hindu Gods. There are offerings about every 5 feet and even though it’s 6pm the air is still filled with the intoxicating smell of incense. Their level of devotion blows me away. A few welcomed raindrops kiss my face, adding to the richness of the air.
I love Bali.
It feels like I’m home.
I made it in time to unpack and have dinner with one of my expat friends I met in March. We go to my favorite café, Juice Ja Café, and I make sure to have a fresh young coconut with my meal. Boy do I miss fresh coconut water…
Back at the guesthouse comes my first lesson in Bali.
I head into the bathroom to brush my teeth and … greet my new roommate with a scream and a jump!
There’s a cockroach on the head of my toothbrush. A cockroach with a body slightly larger than a golf ball is just chillin on the part of my toothbrush I was planning on putting in my mouth. GROSS. Within a dozen or so seconds I relaxed and decided after he moves I’ll throw the toothbrush away. Obviously.
Good thing I have mouthwash, floss and gum.
This big guy taught me about acceptance. After all, this island is his home too.
In March I had a very different reaction to a cockroach of the same caliber. He flew into my room and I went ballistic. I immediately grabbed the can of bug spray and ruthlessly attacked that poor guy. He fell to the ground. I continued the frantic and toxic attack.
It was dramatic.
I was emotional.
When the dust settled I felt terrible. It felt like murder. At what size do you decide it’s no longer acceptable to kill something? I mean he probably had friends and a Mom.
Anyway, my new roommate gets to live. This was his home first. Part of living in the Tropics is living with a lot of creatures. It took me about 2 days to fully accept him into our home. Or more accurately, accept that I was in his home.
The interesting part is that as soon as I accepted we were roomies, he disappeared! Trust me, I look for him each time I go in the bathroom…
That’s been my experience a lot recently. Once again, acceptance is the answer!
As soon as I accept a “problem” or “situation” it no longer exists.
Like the Universe is saying, “OK you’ve learned that lesson” and so it’s over.
I’m so curious, have you found acceptance has transformed your challenges? Please share about it in comments below!
BTW I got a new toothbrush with a plastic cover for the top! Funny how they had a huge selection of them at the store here… 🙂