Why I moved from Brisbane to the Sunshine Coast 06 September 2014
I thought I'd do a quick post about the move I made this year from the city to the coast (ie. Brisbane to the Sunshine Coast). I'll throw in the odd photo to keep your right brain aroused.
I won't give Brisbane a bad rap, it was more so the string of events that got thrown my way whilst I was living there. Perhaps a mix of unfortunate/ not-so-fun things + standard feels for someone living out of home from 17-22. I think I jinxed myself. In year 12 one of the pieces of assessment for English was a personal reflection. I seriously thought I'd fail that assignment because I didn't have anything exciting or traumatic to share. I didn't even have a pet sloth. Turned out to be my highest graded piece for the year. In saying that, as soon as I finished high school I think some twisted higher being thought welllll punk how much can you handle!?
I won't delve into detail because that's another blog post I can bore you with. Queue a number of unnecessary parentheses. In a nutshell Brisbane was me doing uni (and having aaabsolutely no idea why the heck I was doing that degree - pretty standard though), missing family like crazy (no immediate family or relatives for the majority of my 5yrs there), working jobs that did not spark an ounce of creativity or passion (in saying that, very appreciative of the experience and mentors along the way), a cancer scare (defs a story for a later date), followed by depression, family illness, swine flu, chronic fatigue and blah blah the list goes on.
Switch to life on the coast and I am one happy chappy. I'm not saying you need to uproot your life to make a change. I'm just saying, everyone has boxes of shit they need to deal with. Pick out one box at a time and start sorting it. You don't need to make drastic changes but there is nothing stopping you from enjoying your life. Do what you love, love what you do. Even if your job is literally a means to an end, to meet bills, get some food in your mouth and to keep a roof over your head. You can always find a way to shift your perception and make the most of it.
For me I started with health. This is an easy one. I wanted to get to the bottom of all my issues. A food allergy test was a great starting point for me. Less TV shows - more exercise, less alcohol - more water, less Maccas - more food. I hated attending uni, so I switched that up to external study. I know this isn't available for everyone but there are ways you can make uni less stressful. Learn to be efficient and effective with your time. Being 'busy' is not the same as being 'productive'. I'm busy stalking your ex roomate's boyfriend's cousin on Facebook, that however is not being productive. Nor is going to uni to 'study' and spending a day sitting in the library stalking weirdos on Tinder.
Fixing your diet and making exercise a part of your routine will actually have a sneaky flow on effect in other aspects of your life. So try getting those simple things down pat first. You will be pleasantly surprised with what some good old healthy food and endorphins can do for you. You don't need to become a cross fit fiend. I am suggesting you simply get off your butt and squeeze in a 30min walk each day. Another addition to that is taking time to stretch. Stretching/ light yoga is all I could manage when I had no energy and it was theeee best way for me to get in touch with my body again. Check out my stretching guide hurrr - Get Bendy. If I follow it from start to finish I can usually spend about 30-40mins on it, but you can pick and choose what you want to focus on. Time is no excuse. Write a to do list everyday and make sure it's on there.
Do something every day that's good for your souuul. For me, apart from having a good old stretch (best stress reliever ever), it's water. Beach or pool. Gimme any body of water and my anxiety levels are instantly decreased. Just make time for you. Put your phone/ laptop/ any electronic device capable of interfering with ya braaain away and take 5. Moving closer to the beach was a splendiferous decision for me. Stop worrying about FOMOs and do what's good for you. 'If you don't like where you are, MOVE, you are not a tree.'
And that's about all I have time for. Because it's 10:15pm on a Saturday and my wheat pack is getting all needy. Uhhhh.
To be continued. At some point.