Sydney Diaries- An Anxious Woman

DAY 1- 7.50am, Thurs. 15th of September


I am currently cramped between the window of a very small airplane and my sleeping boyfriend. Being up at 3am with about 3 hours sleep has taken its toll on him… And me, we are exhausted. I’m typing this on my phone from the plane on our way to Sydney. We still have 25 minutes left of the flight and I have nothing to do except stare at all the other people sleeping. Not very entertaining, unless of course


DAY 2- 7.00am, Fri. 16th of September


Sorry about that! My partner awoke from his slumber mid sentence and then after that yesterday was just GO go go. Surprisingly, I went really well yesterday. My anxiety was low for most of the day and it was great. It gave me the confidence I need for this trip.

On the plane, for a few seconds I felt enclosed and my skin got hot and my stomach rumbled but it went away and that’s the focus. It will go away, it won’t kill me. I was also overwhelmed by the amount of people in Sydney yesterday. The big city is so daunting and people are so inconsiderate. I could see how this place could drive someone mad… pushing and shoving, in and out of peoples personal space. But I thoroughly enjoyed seeing another, more fast paced way of living.

We walking around the city, through the wax museum, to Harbour Bridge, To the Opera House, it was beautiful. By the afternoon we were exhausted and laid around until 5pm where we walked to the casino ( I hobbled with blistered feet) and bet the tiniest amount because we’re tight asses.



My anxiety began to spark a little knowing the big day we had today, so last night I was relieved to get out of my head when I got into bed. Ahhh, too tired to think is perfect. We’re headed over on a ferry to put cruise, I’ll check in when I can.


DAY 3- No idea what time it is, Sat. 17th, September


We made it on the ship! It was such a long walk. We walked about 10kms yesterday trying to get here. The waterfront entrance was so far from where we needed to be. However we made it, thanks to the help of a little old lady & also my partner. She literally yelled out at us and asked if we were walking to the cruise terminal. When replying yes, she was pretty shocked as she said it is such a long way, even though we could see the cruise ship right beside us! There just wasn’t a way down the cliff side and to the dock without following the LONG winding road.

The ship is huge. We booked in a spot in the thermal room at the spa, checked out all the shops and gym, had a cocktail, browsed the casino and ate from the buffet. The annoying thing is though I felt awful so we went to bed at 8.00pm! What a way to spend the first night. I just wasn’t used to the rocking, I felt dehydrated and my anxiety was begun inning to make me panic- I had spent all day in small rooms around lots of people and I think the realisation was catching up with me.

I’m awake wondering if I should wake up Josh because I’m bored. Let’s hope today goes well…. Positive for no anxiety attacks.

Day 4- Again, no idea of the time, Sun. 18th, September


Update: have not had legitimate sea sickness. Been anxious as hell though. So paranoid of getting sick, which then makes me sick. Crazy hey? This is our last full day on the ship and I’m extremely anxious for the trip home tomorrow. I am worrying about worrying, how ridiculous. I’ll let you know what we got up too today.




I am extremely sorry about jumping so much throughout this, I was trying to document as well as I could but also live in the moment. Our last full day on the ship was nice. We saw some comedy shows which were brilliant! If you ever get the chance google Mark Twain (stage name is Bob Down), Hung Lee and some red headed woman named Kat! Oh they were a laugh.

The Marquee room where they had their shows was VERY rocky and made me feel very ill. I was anxious to sit near people, in a small and dark room, so there was a lot of, “I want to leave soon,” said to my partner. But I didn’t leave, and with each joke my chest got a little lighter. We also met some beautiful people and had some awesome conversations. I squeezed Josh’s hand and shook my head when a waitress said we’d be seated at a joint table. Well, it worked out well. Although my anxiety was high, I hid it until it eventually subsided and conversation flew naturally.

The commune home was exhausting. Hurrah for land but damn my legs were tired! We caught a very from the terminal to Circular Quay and wandered aimlessly until about 10.ooam wondering what to do. Our flight wasn’t until 6.00pm, which was a good plan to see more of Sydney until we realised we didn’t know what else to see. I began to feel very ill, I think from being on solid ground and from the anxiety of the flight.

I looked over at a giant wall and realised there was Chinese gardens in Darling Harbour. The best $6 we ever spent. It was beautiful. Josh also bought me a beautiful tea and we sipped it in the most tranquil place I had ever been. You wouldn’t have imagined it was in the middle of the city. The gardens were called The Chinese Garden of Friendship and the tea was Pin something or other…. I can’t remember.

After a few hours there we communed to the airport, where we ate food and felt so sick. Anxiety was high as we boarded the plane and I doubted myself if I could make the trip home. In my mind I tried to be mindful of my feelings but not feed them, eventually I felt alright and the flight home was easy.


So, these are  the anxious entries of an apprehensive woman. I know I haven’t given you a lot to work with here but I plan to document my anxiety more on my next travels, alongside my adventures in order to be mindful of what my body and mind are doing.


Here is a link to my video of our trip.

Two Agnostic People Walk Into a Buddhist Centre…

Thursday we drove through the damp rainforest outside of Mooloolah Valley in search of the Buddhist Centre called the Chenrezig Institute. I have lived in Mooloolah almost all my life and had no idea the place even existed. I would see Buddhist monks walking through the town and I didn’t blink an eye at it; it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary and I am glad I didn’t think it was (still don’t).

After a bit of a struggle (finding the road and then the car trekking through the mud, up and down steep hills to get there)  we came to the entrance. Two little statues greeted us and the gravel road to the carpark was surrounded by beautiful thick, green trees with colourful flags hanging in them.

We followed a family up some steep stairs and came to this beautiful statue. It had no description so I am unsure as to what it signifies.


We ran to the bathrooms first as my anxiety affects my bladder and the drive was painfully long due to my horrible directions. In the bathrooms there were signs asking you not to hurt the insects and to close the toilet lid in prevention of doing so.

There were beautiful prayer wheels and little ornaments and trinkets placed or hanging all through out the area.




There was an area called the ‘Gompa’ which was where the meditations were held. We were unable to go in and we respected that so we peered in from the outside and I’ve never seen something quite like it. No good photos were taken of it but here is a little bit of the outside.

We mucked around and took some yoga photos as you can see. Of course being respectful of the area and such. It wasn’t as strict as I am making it sound. People were walking around chatting and there was a cafe, a store, people who had been staying in the retreat, buddhist monks and then guests. It wasn’t a big area but it was big enough. 12999698_1577508535911402_1554075764_o (1).jpg

Overall it was breathtaking. I haven’t written much because I just can’t describe it… If you ever want to experience a different way of life, without having to leave the country, this little institute makes you feel like you’re in a completely different world.

The Beautiful Glasshouse Mountains



I’ve lived on the Sunshine Coast for all of my life. From Caloundra, Mooloolah, Landsborough, Beerwah and Glasshouse Mountains; these small towns have been my home.

It has taken me years to appreciate my surroundings and I have just come to realise how blessed I am to live in such a gorgeous area.

This year I’ve made it my mission to see more and do more within my local region. From climbing the Glasshouse Mountains to visiting small cafes in search for the best coffee; I want to explore every nook and cranny within my postcode.  It’s interesting though how little I know about the areas I have lived in. I lived in Mooloolah for 15 years and only now have I discovered there is the Chenrezig Institute (a Buddhist centre/temple) 2 minutes up the road from where I had lived. Josh and I plan to go visit next week!

Nowadays I live within the small town of Glasshouse Mountain which is smack bang in the middle of a clump of mountains dubbed The Glasshouse Mountain. We’ve climbed a fair few (Ngungun, Wildhorse, Beerburrum) and hope to conquer them all this year.

I have always loved them I just haven’t appreciated them. Whether it be from afar or up close, beating my chest like Tarzan at the summit. Tourists appreciate them and I never thought anything of it. I didn’t notice their frequent flow and I had no clue my little town could attract such diverse culture.

Well the tourist flow led us to discover a lookout minutes away from where we lived. You can see all of the mountains and you can see out to the sea. How I hadn’t heard of this before I don’t know!?

It is gorgeous. You can see everything. There is information and maps on the area and simply put it is just a small area on the top of a hill with the perfect view. We had been a two times before only briefly but we didn’t appreciate the beauty like we did today. Deciding to walk the circuit was breath taking.

We chatted, took some photos, did some yoga; it was lovely. I’m glad we are being more open minded and found this place. I believe there are so many gorgeous places to see within my reach!

Oh how blessed I am to have this country as my home and how thrilled I am to have this as my backyard…