In this story, I arrive in Bali for my birthday, expecting beautiful temples and green rice paddies. What I got was an invitation to slow down, be gentle and start to heal old wounds.
My pen hovered uncertainly above the sheet of paper.
"What do you want most in your life?" the workshop leader had asked, inviting us to write down our innermost desires.
Sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of the yoga centre, I watched as ten strangers scribbled away confidently. They must really know what they want from their lives.
Eventually, I created my wish-list, ending with the words that had lingered in my mind for so long:
'A new, loving relationship.'
There it was in black and white. The moment I wrote it, something inside me questioned it. Was I truly ready for love again? Or was I just trying to convince myself?
