A different bird

I am seated in the balcony of the Pretty Girl hostel nursing a heart break. A heart break I had never imagined I would experience during this trip. I missed my flight yesterday. The return flight of my first ever flight. For the better part of the day I cried and drifted in and out of sleep. I wasted my day.

This experience takes me back to February 2015. This is the month I received my secondary school results. My excited mum called me only to find a crying Naomi. For me, getting a B+ marked the end of my aviation dream. I had always wanted to be a pilot; I still do. For months after I cried and drifted in and out of life. I wasted life and its unending experiences. 

While doing life we often have expectations. While expectations can be useful in keeping us on track, setting/achieving goals and motivating us they can be destructive. Having expectation but forgetting to keep an open mind is destructive. This was my story. With my failed expectations came self doubt and feelings of failure. 

When I was admitted to the university to pursue Applied Communication I felt like a failure. What is communication? I want to fly a bird. I want aviation. Because of this my first semester went by like a wind. I failed to capture the early beauty of what communication is. Of what effective communication can do to not only individuals but nations. 

I am lucky to not have wasted all my time mourning an absent loss. To have had a chance to fall in love with communication. To see how communication can help change and impact people's mindset. To see how effective communication can help youths be aware and hence be in control of their health and rights. I am lucky to be regaining my wasted time. Looking back, all the It is going to wok out well's are proving true. I found my bird to fly.

As I write this I want to chose to see the beauty in my missed flight. To explore and fall in love with bits of this town. And as I found love and healing in health and development communication I hope to find love and healing in Kuta. 

PS: Don't be too hard on yourself; it always works out.