What’s Most Impressive is not Always Most Important

“To change your life, you need to change your priorities.”

Mark Twain

One of the most significant lessons I have learned in the five months that I’ve been in Australia is the difference between what’s most impressive and what’s most important.

Here are some examples from my own life:

Impressive: I worked for a globally recognized brand. In my job, I have been able to visit markets in Alberta (Canada), Saskatchewan (Canada), Ontario (Canada), Illinois (USA), Manila (Philippines) and New South Wales (Australia). I have personally met or corresponded with executives and leaders throughout the global system, to the point where we are on a first name basis.

Important: As a part of my role, I had the unique opportunity to approve donation and sponsorship requests for organizations and non-profits that supported families in need, at risk children and youth, local sports teams, and large scale community events.

Impressive: While working full time, I completed my Bachelor of Arts in Leadership in an 18 Month accelerated program and graduated with Great Distinction.

Important: After dropping out of University in 2015, I honoured my mothers wish of seeing her only child complete a degree in the country she immigrated to over twenty years ago.

Impressive: While in Australia, I lost over 25lbs and have kept the weight off. I dropped two pant sizes and a shirt size.

Important: I have learned to love myself and make myself a priority by getting into a regular workout routine and incorporating balanced meals into my diet.

Impressive: I found a job in Australia that gives me a generous rate, allows work life balance, has taken me around the country, gives me flexibility to work four days a week.

Important: I have an opportunity to help a small business significantly improve their operations and efficiency to best serve their clients and the meaningful connections I have made in almost four months of being there has made my time in Australia less lonely.

We often put all of our energy into the things that are most impressive – they are things that look great to other people but sometimes offer us zero personal fulfillment.

What gets left behind and often forgotten is what’s most important – the thing that often serves others instead of ourselves; the thing that often serves a higher purpose than our own.

Think about it for just a moment? What would happen if you put in all of your energy into what’s most important instead of what’s most impressive?

Alexandria, NSW
(October 30, 2019)

When I arrived in Australia, I had not let go of my career. I desperately wanted to jump right back in with the Australian office which I was in communication with every month leading up to my arrival. It would have been so cool to continue my work with a global company in another market in another country? That would be pretty impressive, eh?

That being said, my friend Kyle who ultimately left Australia to live in Canada gave me a massive reality check one day while I cried to him on the phone. Should I have been given the opportunity, I would have gone back to the life I had left behind in Vancouver. I would have gone back to working 5 – 6 days a week, multiple hours of unseen overtime, glued to my work phone, responding to emails that could have waited until the next day, and filling my free time with finding something else work related to fill it with. Oh, and the commute there and back would be three and a half hours a day.

So, when the job offer came from that company to support them in their Customer Service Call Centre for one of their largest nationwide campaigns, I faced quite the predicament: play it safe and go back to what I knew or be patient for the right opportunity to present itself.

Nevertheless, I presented some terms to counter their offer: I wanted to work Part-Time, just four days a week, Monday to Thursday would suffice and I would take the job.

They said, “No.”

I realized my value and what I needed from a company while I was in Australia. I reminded myself, I am in this country on a Work & Holiday Visa; I need to work to fund my holiday – and I need to enjoy every moment of my holiday. That is important.

So I moved on.

I chose me, and I don’t regret one minute of it.

Engadine, NSW
(November 1, 2019)

You see, when you choose to focus on what’s most important vs. what’s most impressive, a transformation within you occurs.

It’s very liberating.

Staying true to what I needed from an employer, I sought jobs that would allow me to work part-time and in an environment where I could meet new people.

Today, I live and breathe it – at least for the six months that the Australian Government allows me to work there.

I am so thankful I waited for the right opportunity, for I have met some extraordinary individuals who have changed my life for the better.

Kicking off the “Full Send”
Iron Duke Hotel
(October 25, 2019)

One of the strengths of my employer and his company is the ability to take random strangers from all around Australia, and bring them to a place where they identify common interests, passions, desires, personalities etc.

That’s just at the events.

Now, imagine a bunch of strangers from different walks of life finding this place of work. Where we see each other at least five days a week, for eight hours a day, and learning more and more about each other as the days go by. A bond begins to build, you see things in them you strive to achieve. While some only worked there for a season, in that time we were able to build a relationships that went beyond the workplace.

Back in Canada, I used to give the sarcastic response to, “How’re you doing?” with, “Oh, I’m living the dream.”

When Australians ask me, “How’re you going?”, I can honestly, whole heartedly, without a shred of uncertainty, look a them in the eye and say, “I’m living the dream!”

Choosing to pack up my life and move to Australia was impressive, but why I have chosen to stay is important.

F A M I L Y

I always felt disconnected as everyone in my family lives in Australia and the Philippines, while I lived in Canada. Sometimes, they would visit us and sometimes, I would visit them.

I wanted to learn who they were, what’s their story, and where is there common ground.

There is one person who brings us all together, despite our differences and that person is my Granny.

Mount Druitt, NSW
(November 10, 2019)

In the year 2000, she came to Canada to live with us. In 2002, she came to visit us again. In 2003, I lived in Australia with her. In 2010, we visited her in the Philippines to celebrate her birthday. In 2015, I visited Australia and lived with her while I was here. In 2016, I visited her twice a day, everyday in the nursing home she was living in. In 2018, I went to the Philippines to celebrate her 90th birthday. In 2019, she was brought back to Australia and I was given one more opportunity to be near her.

You see, she now has dementia. She barely remembers who you are, and when she does she becomes overwhelmed with emotion and then quickly forgets who you are until you remind her again.

While this can be an exhausting and sometimes frustrating pattern, it is very beautiful with her childlike innocence.

We received a phone call letting us know she was going to be brought back to the Philippines as her health took a sudden turn and perhaps being in a familiar environment surrounded by her family in the Philippines would help improve her health; it has in the past.

So we all went to see her, and despite the drama that comes with every big family, we put it all aside to see our matriarch for what could be the last time and it was such a great time – my heart was full.

Cronulla, NSW
(November 9, 2019)

My cousin, Nina came to visit from the rural areas of New South Wales for a weekend. It’s always great to see her, she doesn’t come up very often as it’s about an 8 hour drive to get to Sydney from where they are.

Nevertheless, she finds time and I was fortunate to squeeze in a visit with her.

While Nina has many accomplishments: married to her high school sweet heart, three beautiful children, a great job as a Teacher – one of the most significant ones is she is the only one in our family to have gone to Grad School! Yup, my cousin recently finished her Masters of Teacher Librarianship – the first to reach that level of higher education.

I always knew I would not be content with my undergrad, but I also did not believe I had the ability to complete grad school, let alone be accepted into a program. However, watching my cousin and her resilience in completing her graduate studies while being a full time teacher, a mother, a wife, and running a household was just the kick in the ass that I needed.

So, I applied for Grad School.

I’ve been met with some success in offers and have also been greeted with some rejection.

To date, the most significant offer I’ve been given is by the Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences at the University of Technology Sydney to complete a Master of Education in Learning and Leadership.

While I’m extremely grateful for all of the graduate study offers I’ve been given to date, I have to weight out all of my options as I determine what program will best serve me in reaching my goals.

University of Technology Sydney
Sydney, NSW
(November 22, 2019)

So, that’s what I’ve been up to these days. I have seven more months of my Radical Sabbatical to spend learning, growing, and exploring – we are entering the summer months in Australia, I am very excited!

I am choosing to make a conscious effort everyday to put my energy into what’s most important vs. what’s most impressive.

How about you? What would your life start looking like if you poured more of yourself into what’s most important vs. what’s most impressive?

Looking at every situation you’re faced with using that pre-frame will change your life.

After all, it changed mine.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…” – Dr. Seuss
Engadine, NSW
(November 22, 2019)

Onwards,
-Zaighum

For Such a Time as This

Sydney Central Business District (CBD)
Sydney, Australia

Last week, I went back to work for the first time in over two months.

I woke up at 4:30am, showered and did my hair, packed my change of clothes and lunch, and walked to the gym.

I showed up to the first gym session at 5:15am.

After the 45 minute workout, I quickly washed my body and changed into work clothes.

I walked out of the shower facility and was met with cheers from my Gym Family.

They haven’t seen me outside gym clothes, they were just as excited to go on this big adventure as I was.

I got to the train station at by 6:15am and waited for the train to arrive just after 6:30am (express trains from where I am run every thirty minutes until 8am).

I reached the the next train station by 7:20am and I walked 10 minutes down the street to the office.

8:00am, the clock started and it was time to work.

I was welcomed to the team with open arms (literally, because they’re huggers) and was given a list of things to do.

After my day was over at 5:00pm, I made the commute home and walked through the door just after 7:00pm.

I made dinner, cleaned up, and was in bed by 9:00pm.

Rinse and repeat for five days; it was exhausting.

I was excited for my first week to be finished and find out what the next adventure would be.

And then I got a job offer to stay.

While flattered that they were willing to keep me on, I politely declined.

My goal with re-entering the workforce is to avoid working eight hours a day or five days a week – nor do I want to spend my day commuting. After all, these were the things that I did back in Canada which contributed to my decision to drastically change my life by packing up and moving overseas to embark on a new path.

I also have to keep in mind that my income in Australia will be taxed in Canada (sigh) … that’s right friends, double the taxes!

I just wanted a job where I can meet new people, experience a new industry, and fund my trip to explore new areas I haven’t been to.

I was going to apply to be a server at this really neat burger place a few towns over called Grill’d – they have a Beyond Burger which is to die for.

Grill’d Healthy Burgers
The Beyond Burger

Before I could stop by the restaurant and apply (and sink my teeth in that Beyond Burger), I was approached by the company I had done temporary work for and was offered everything I wanted while working in Australia (hours, flexibility, rate) in exchange for my background and expertise in operations, processes, systems, organization, and leadership.

I sat down with the Owner and the General Manager and discussed what the needs were. We discussed how I had over 200 applications rejected during my job search and then I was randomly put into this temporary placement. Just when they needed someone to come in and support them in reaching their organizational goals, I arrived.

I got up and gave them both a hug, I’ll be back to work on September 2nd and stay until the next great adventure makes itself available.

“And who knows but that you have come to this place for such a time as this?”

Esther 4:14 (NIV)

The last few weeks, I’ve been wresting with my decision of packing up my life and coming to Australia?

Why was I so compelled to leave a career that I loved, a stable income, a limited but happy social life, and all the comforts of being home?

Of all the times to be in Australia, why did everything fall into place for me to be here right now?

And then last night I found out my 90 Year Old Granny living with Dementia was being brought back to Australia from the Philippines.

The last time I saw her was at our 2018 Punzalan Family Reunion in September to celebrate her birthday and I left the Philippines wondering if I would ever see her again.

So, I got up early and took the train to the airport and waited at the arrival gate for her.

She came down the arrival gate and I ran up the ramp, tears streaming down my face as I broke down on my knees holding her frail hands. She stared at my face, placed her hands on my cheek and then she smiled with her toothless grin. She asked me how my mother was, and asked me, “did you come here to see me?” She remembered that I’m from Canada and used to sing for her.

As I pushed her wheelchair to the car, I realized she is the reason why I am here. I am here, during this season, to be around her, for such a time as this.

The opportunity to build on my career isn’t going anywhere – I can always go back to that.

For now, I will continue to embrace this season of rest and self-discovery during my Radical Sabbatical.

Most importantly, I will enjoy this time to be with my family and this exciting opportunity to create more memories with this wonderful woman in my life.

Sydney Kingsford Smith International Airport
Sydney, Australia
August 25, 2019

While I’m on the topic of significant moments in Australia, I got really big news this past Thursday!

Back Story:

When I first landed, I set up a meeting with my previous employer at their Australia office. During our conversation, I quickly realized I would be walking away from the office for the last time as there was no room for me on their team.

I got into the train and cried the entire ride home.

It was time for a career change, I needed to let go of the company that I had served with all my heart for almost six years and let go this idea of going back to work for them at this time in my life.

This experience forced me into this unique opportunity to embark on a new career path and while I was scared shitless of the idea of pursuing it, I knew that everything I had gone through prepared me for such a time as this.

So, I went to an Education Counsellor in the city who specialized in International Students and I applied for a program that I had wanted to pursue for sometime and meet my goal to achieve my Masters by the age of 30.

Present Day:

I’ve been accepted into the Masters of Social Work (Qualifying) with the Australia College of Applied Psychology in February 2021!

ACCEPTED!!!
August 22, 2019

Pretty cool for someone who has only been here for two months, eh?!

Oh, I celebrated my 2nd Month in Australia!!!

Sydney Harbour Bridge
Sydney, Australia
August 17, 2019

To celebrate month number two:

My day started out for breakfast at Royale Speciality in Surry Hills. Royale Specialty prides itself as Surry Hill’s first espresso bar devoted to serving only natural process coffee.

For those coffee connoisseurs out there:

“The natural process, also known as the dry process, is a back-to-basics approach that stems from Ethiopia. The fruit is left on the bean, and there’s little disruption to the coffee while it dries. It requires certain climatic conditions & investment by the farmers to ensure the drying of the fruit and seed in time. This process can create the most flavourful coffees with interesting notes and characteristics. Well picked and processed natural coffee can bring out incredible cupping notes, and offer consumers amazing sweet flavours with some naturals tasting more like a tropical fruit salad or fruit compote than coffee. And what’s more, natural coffee is the most eco friendly way of processing coffee as it is produced without water.”

Then, I visited the Zensation Tea House in Waterloo.

The moment I walked in, I was overwhelmed with a sense of peace.

A vinyl record of some of Elton John’s best hits were playing in the background.

The aroma of Dim Sum, Noodles, Buns, and sweet desserts filled the air. Maybe its because of how hungry I’ve been while on the F45 Eight Week Challenge (which is almost done) but that was what I smelled first.

I couldn’t eat any of it (sigh) so I sat at a table and looked at the Tea Menu.

There were pages and pages of options, some teas I have heard of and tasted and others I have not.

I settled for the Milky Oolong Tea imported from Alishan, Taiwan.

According to the menu:

“This full leaf tea derives its name from the creamy and buttery scent while the palette is light with peach, gardenia and hints of coconut. This can be attributed to the tea grown at high altitude. A truly complex and luxurious infusion with light honey colour and smooth aftertaste.”

I kid you not, it was one of the best teas I ever had (I drank five pots worth).

After I had my tea, I walked over to Rosebery and visited a place called The Cannery. While it isn’t as cool as Lonsdale Quay in North Vancouver, there are several local eateries, desserts, and vendors to experience.

The Cannery
Rosebery, NSW

One place that really stood out while I was in the area was Archie Rose Distilling Co. which offers tours and tastings throughout the day and of course a full service bar. I love my Whiskey, and you best believe I’ll be stopping by here sometime in September!

Archie Rose Distilling Co.
Rosebery, NSW

So, friends – take a moment and consider these points in your own life:

  • Instead of whining out in despair, why me?!assertively ask yourself, why me? (do this out loud)
  • Reflect on the last three to five years – have there been specific events that have lead up to this moment in your life?
  • If you are a person of prayer, a vision board maker, or someone who speaks out daily affirmations or manifestations; is what’s happening to you in this moment something you’ve been seeking all along?

I hope no matter what situation you are currently finding yourself in, you can pause and reflect if what you have been experiencing is supposed to prepare you for such a time as this.

Onwards,
-Zaighum

My First Month

“You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one.”

– Unknown
Luna Park
North Sydney, NSW
July 17, 2019

I celebrated my one month in this country by visiting Luna Park, a restored 1930’s amusement park that is on the corner of the Sydney Harbour.

My favourite ride was the Hair Raiser, it’s so funny seeing people’s hair before and after the ride (although, my hair has plenty of volume due to my round brush, blow dry and four product routine; it also doesn’t move).

Once you’re strapped into your seat, you are slowly brought up 50 metres above sea level for a bird’s eye view of the Sydney Harbour before being dropped over 80kms towards the ground.

I’ve never been much for heights, but I do enjoy amusement park rides.

I’ve been fortunate to be surrounded by my family, I haven’t lived with them since I was ten years old. We are getting re-aquatinted and learning who we are in this current stage of our lives. I don’t remember every night I’ve shared with them as we like to share a few beverages.

(Oh, and they’ve taught me how to drink wine; no more Moscato for me)

My cousin, Lovella and her fiancé, Mark have been extremely supportive. Not only have they given me a place to live, but we spend a lot of time together. We celebrate my mini milestones, we share meals together, watch shows on the couch, and go into the city the odd time.

They have kept my mind busy so I don’t always get lost in my head; it has made this season of self discovery so much easier.

My cousin, Lovella & I
Darling Harbour, NSW
July 12, 2019

There is a vantage point in North Sydney that looks over Sydney Harbour, and isn’t congested with tourists like Circular Quay. I’ve always looked at from the other side, but never took the time to go over. With all of my free time, it was time to check it out.

I found some park benches over looking the water, so I sat down and reflected on my first month here.

Sydney Harbour Bridge
(taken from North Sydney)
July 17, 2019

I am still trying to grasp that I’m actually in Australia and that I have been here for a month.

I have realized this trip is turning into a journey of deep learning: addressing insecurities I have suppressed, hurt that I have not dealt with and accepting my life for where it currently is.

Here are three things that I have had to let go of since being here:

  1. Letting go of Expectations:
    • Expectation: I had everything planned out in my head the moment I landed – go on a road trip, find a job, meet new people, make some friends.
    • Reality: My road trip fell through, I’ve sent out almost 150 applications and have been rejected by them all, I have not met a lot of people, I only have three friends (who have their own lives); goodness these days have been somewhat lonely.
  2. Letting go of my Career:
    • Expectation: I was going to be the guy who got the “Golden Opportunity”. Took the risk to follow my dream of living in Australia and continue to build on the career I had worked so hard to establish.
    • Reality: Now that I have been (f)unemployed for almost two months, I’m beginning to see this entire experience as the disruption that was needed for me to break out of what I was doing and discover what I am truly meant to do; I’ll get back to you on that one.
  3. Letting go of People who Belong in the Past:
    • Expectation: I have held onto the odd chance that there may be a “pick up where we left off” moment, where things will go back to how they used to be. I have kept text messages from significant people from my journey that go as far back as 2014, waiting for the day I see a “hello”.
    • Reality: They aren’t coming back and things will never be the same. These individuals chose to walk away, we don’t even talk anymore (and the off chance that we do, I realize that keeping them in my life is not helping me move forward), and I don’t even live in the same country as them anymore. It shouldn’t be this difficult to let go.

I have found myself looking back at the last year and have asked myself:

“What if I had done that differently?”

“What if I had just spoken up?”

“What if I said this instead?”

“What if I had just given them space?”

Looking back at that chapter of my life has done me no favours.

There have been moments where I have felt like the ground beneath my feet is imploding and I find myself facing a complete meltdown. There have been moments of crying on the train, in the middle of the city, or on the beach; each time frustrated with my struggle to let go.

Sometimes I don’t make it out of the house and I lay on the couch reading a book or binge a Netflix Original Series all day.

I continue to struggle with the “who am I” question.

Who am I without my career, without my friends, without the things I have been holding onto, without my structure, without my routine?

I have felt so lost in my search for my identity.

Identity Crisis at 26 … yikes.

I don’t like feeling this way, yet I know deep down that all of this is supposed to be happening the way it is and this is all going to shape me into who I’m supposed to be.

As I begin to let go of the control that I have been so desperate to hold onto, I have noticed things are slowly falling into place right before me.

Friends, dealing with your shit is not easy.

It can be scary, exhausting, difficult, heartbreaking, and a whole lot of other things.

In order for growth to happen, it may be necessary to go through them.

Perhaps if you deal with it now, you won’t feel so lost in your head, have an identity crisis that triggers a major meltdown, and move to the other side of the world to find yourself?

(It’s okay for that to happen too)

Reflection Time:

  1. How do you deal with your shit?
  2. What do you need to let go that’s holding you back?

Now that you’ve caught a glimpse of the not so fun part of my journey, let me tell you what has been keeping me energized!!!

F45 Engadine
Engadine, NSW
July 17, 2019

With all of my free time and the need for face-to-face conversations, I have been regularly attending my local F45. We do 45 Minutes circuit training, focusing on cardio on Monday/Wednesday/Friday and functional strength training on Tuesday/Thursday.

I wake up at 6:00am, leave the house by 6:20am, walk the fifteen minutes to the gym to attend the 6:45am session. Finish at 7:30am, do some stretches then slowly walk back home.

I was given a shoutout by the team recently, doing the one thing I dread the most.

Weight Training.

Going to the gym has been giving me something to do, forcing me to do something productive with my time, even if it’s just for 45 Minutes out of my day. It’s been quite cathartic and is helping me reach some personal goals.

It has also helped burned off the carbs and alcohol that has snuck into my diet.

Poutine at BL Burgers
Darlinghurst, NSW
July 12, 2019

I … FOUND … POUTINE!

I was in Darlinghurst watching a Comedy Sketch by a local Drag Queen before meeting up with my cousin in Darling Harbour.

As I was walking towards the harbour, I was reading all of the different menus advertised outside the restaurants along the strip and saw poutine on one of the menus.

I turned back around to double check if I had read it correctly.

It was correct, this place sold poutine!

I have a weakness for poutine, had one the day before I left for Australia because I did not think I would be able to eat one for a whole year.

I walked up the owner, and asked my usual questions when I see poutine being advertised on the menu:

  1. What is the gravy base?
    • It was mushroom
  2. Do you use actual cheese curds?
    • They did (well, they were tiny … but it did the trick)

I didn’t waste anytime, I gave them my money and waited.

When it arrived, I snapped my picture and then took the first bite.

Heaven.

Now, it isn’t exactly the way it tastes back home. The seasoning is a bit different on the french fries, the cheese curds are small, and it almost tasted like the salt shaker broke and the contents fell into my box … BUT it’ll do for now.

Pre-Race Photo
Engadine, NSW
Sutherland2Surf
July 21, 2019

I spent the last month training for an 11km Run!

The only organized runs I’ve ever participated in were the Scotia 5km and the BMO 8km back in Vancouver.

So, signing up for an 11km was a big stretch.

I was determined to do it, it was something I had never done before and one of my goals on my Radical Sabbatical was to try new things.

There is something special about the Running Community. Everyone shows up on race day with the same common purpose; finish the race.

There’s the final five minutes, the organizers blast the pump up music and people begin to toss their Throwaway Gear.

I always start to tear up at this moment, not sure why.

I play two songs before I do any run (the actual or training):

  1. Where The Streets Have No Name: U2
  2. We Built this City: Rocketship

The Sutherland2Surf is quite interesting. You run through the following suburbs within the Sutherland Shire:

  • Sutherland
  • Kirrawee
  • Gymea
  • Miranda
  • Caringbah
  • Woolooware
  • Cronulla

There are people throughout the race route cheering you on.

High fives are given out, kids have noise makers, and there is camaraderie on the course by fellow runners.

As I made my way towards the final stretch, the crowds got bigger and bigger, it was quite the spectacle for our little beach suburb.

My final time was 1:07, beat what I had expected to do by 8 Minutes.

There was a familiar face at the finish line after I got my medal.

Ronald McDonald and I
Sutherland2Surf 2019
Wanda Beach, Cronulla, NSW

The Maccas (McDonald’s) Owner Operators of Sutherland Shire are official sponsors of Sutherland2Surf.

I will always love my McLife and am embracing my new role as a “McDAlumni”. It was pretty special to see representation in my new community of Sutherland Shire; something I was fortunate to lead back in Metro-Vancouver.

And so, I look forward to the next eleven months that are ahead of me.

I have no idea what is going to happen next: where will I work, who will I meet, what will I experience, or what I’ll learn?

What I do know is I won’t be able to experience any of it if I continue to re-read a chapter of my life that I cannot re-write.

It’s time to turn the page.

Onwards,
-Zaighum

Today, Not Someday.

A Humpback Whale breaching just outside the harbour
Sydney, NSW

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

– Mark Twain

“I’ll do that someday.”

Do you catch yourself saying that a lot?

There are so many things I want to do but I put it off for “someday”. I want to do it, I hope I can do it, I wish I can do it, I dream I can do it, I even pray that I can do it; but when the opportunity finally makes itself available, I don’t do it.

I’ve given myself a “someday” for just about everything I’ve ever wanted to do:

Someday, I’ll lose weight. Someday, I’ll learn how to use the weights at the gym. Someday, I’ll go bungee jumping. Someday, I’ll go skydiving. Someday, I’ll go on a road trip. Someday, I’ll go to grad school. Someday, I’ll put myself out there and meet new people. Someday, I’ll travel every continent.

Someday.

New Years Day at the Sydney Opera House
January 1, 2019

The moment before that picture was taken (above), I made the decision to stop dreaming about living in Australia someday, and to just go for it.

Five months later, I began my one year Radical Sabbatical here in beautiful Sydney, Australia!

As I continue to journey along this season of (f)unemployment, I’ve decided to do some of the things I’ve always wanted to do but never gave myself an opportunity to do.

I made so many excuses not to do them:

  1. I had to work
  2. I didn’t have enough money
  3. I didn’t have the free time
  4. I needed to hand in an assignment
  5. I’ll go someday
Whale Watching
Sydney, Australia
July 9, 2019

I’ve always wanted to go Whale Watching. I lived in the West Coast of Canada, there are so many opportunities to go Whale Watching and see our beautiful Orca Whales or Dolphins swim and breach along our coast.

I was in Circular Quay on Monday, trying to figure out what I wanted to do during the week (I have a lot of free time on my hands, as you can tell). There were multiple booths for Whale Watching, I walked up to each one and asked them about pricing and the schedule. The average price was about $90 (something I was not that thrilled to pay for). I walked over to one of the last booths which was Captain Cook Cruises, and they told me I could go the next afternoon for $55.

Sold.

I walked up the Wharf on Tuesday. It was quite a lineup to get onto the Catamaran. Fortunately, when you’re the solo traveler, you can get any open seat at the upper deck (yay).

We were given complimentary Barf Bags (so thoughtful). I chuckled to myself when they were being handed out. The waters didn’t seem that rough?

HAH!

Once we left the harbour, the boat was hopping on the waves and you couldn’t walk on the boat without holding onto something (guess who fell down the stairs, sigh). People were using those bags, some people used theirs up and were going off the side of the boat, and one guy didn’t make it past opening the washroom door (everywhere … it was everywhere).

Helpful Tip: stay hydrated, but don’t eat before you go onto the open waters.

Anyway, the scenery was breath taking. You look back and can see all of the cliffs, beaches, and the city skyline. Ugh, what a view!

Then you look out into the water and you realize you’re on sailing the Pacific Ocean. The wind was blowing, the sun was out, there was not a cloud in the sky.

The Skipper slowed the ship down, and we were told over the loud speaker that there were two hump back whales swimming ahead. Moments later, we had a pod of dolphins (you can look at some short clips in the instagram post above).

People who know me well will tell you I am one of the most emotional people you’ll ever meet.

I was a wreck watching these mammals come up for air.

Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one on this ship that appreciated the opportunity we were experiencing because there were a lot of people crying.

Phew.

Climb Fit
Kirrawee, NSW
July 10, 2019

The next day, my cousin was chatting with me at breakfast and asked what my plans were for the day?

I didn’t have any, was likely going to bum around the city.

She told me she was going to their her kids Indoor Rock Climbing and asked if I wanted to tag along?

I’ve always wanted to go, I just never had the time or anyone to go with so I jumped on the opportunity!

While I’ve never been too afraid of heights, there’s something about the idea of rock climbing climbing that has always made me queasy. Oh, and they don’t give helmets (seriously … even the ones I’ve seen in Manila, Philippines give you a helmet).

Nonetheless, my little cousin was belaying for me, and I faced my fears and climbed to the top (the video below is my 2nd climb … the first one I skinned my knee and cussed in the video, oops).

Climb Fit
Kirrawee, NSW
July 10, 2019

I woke up the next morning and realized that one year ago I finished the final class of my Bachelor of Arts in Leadership. To celebrate, I went into the city for a walk.

There’s a patch of grass as you enter The Rocks below one of the pillars of the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

I laid out in the sun, the calm breeze brought the subtle salt water smell to where I was. Boats sailed by, the running groups were training, and the cars and train going over the bridge made up the typical downtown noise.

I reflected on the significance of that moment.

On the evening we finished our class, Leading in the World.

We were asked by our instructor what our degrees would do for us once we walked out of the doors of the university?

Some of my colleagues said they would use their degrees to become teachers and others said they would become counsellors.

I’ve always said my degree would give me the courage to pursue my dream of being in Australia.

And it has.

I quit a job that I loved, paid off my debt, packed up my bags, and pursued a dream that was on my heart.

I left the only life that I knew back in Vancouver. I’ve pressed “restart” and have this rare opportunity to create a new identity, create new structure, meet new people, learn more about myself, try new things and take the time to find whatever it is that has drawn me to Australia.

I am living my dream right now; today, not someday.

Dawes Point (The Rocks)
Sydney, Australia
July 11, 2019

So, think about this:

What is that thing you’ve always wanted to do someday?

The big question:

What is stopping you from doing it today, not someday?

I hope you pursue the first thing that came to your heart.

I promise you, it’ll be so worth it!

Onwards,
-Zaighum

*Restart*

“So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again”
-Frank Sinatra

Soaked by sea spray and rain on the ferry to Manly, NSW
July 4, 2019

Friends, let me tell you something that I hope you’re able to accept.

You’re allowed to press the “restart” button.

Press it as often as you want and as many times as you may need.

Seriously, you’re allowed.

After my massive meltdown last weekend, crying over all of my expectations that have fallen a part, I’ve scrapped all of my plans and I’m taking things day by day.

I can afford to, so I will.

Since making this decision, I’ve never felt so free.

“When you release expectations, you are free to enjoy things for what they are instead of what you think they should be” – Mandy Hale

With all of my free time, I’ve been getting out of the house to see places I’ve never taken the time to actually enjoy.

On average, I’ve been walking doing anywhere from 15,000 to 30,000 steps per day.

On Tuesday, I was brought to Bondi to do the Bondi to Coogee walk, a scenic 6km trek in Sydney’s eastern suburbs.

There was a spot on our walk where we stood for a little while. We stood at the edge a cliff and stared at the waves crashing against the rocks below. The sun was setting, the wind blew a steady breeze, and it felt as though no one was around except for us.

I felt an overwhelming sense of peace come over me.

Something in my heart whispered:

“This moment.
This moment right here?
This is what you were waiting for.”

“Smell the ocean, feel the sky; let your soul and spirit fly” – Van Morrison

On Wednesday, I did my regular trip to Cronulla.

Cronulla isn’t a busy tourist attraction like Bondi or Manly. The locals know about it, and that’s how I like it.

School was still in session this week (school holiday’s started this weekend), so the beach was extra empty during the day.

I walked up the stairs and made my way towards one of the private beaches I found back in 2015.

I love the walk just to get there. You can see all the beautiful houses, the architecture is so fascinating. There are different types of flowers and plants as you go along, I asked if I could pet every dog that walked by, and played peek-a-boo with the kids in the strollers as they passed by.

There are different vantage points that you can stop at and just absorb the view.

When I finally arrived at the hidden beach, no one was there.

I literally had the entire beach to myself.

Bliss.

I curled up on a rock, rolled up my sweater to use it as a cushion as I rested my head.

The sand just beyond the rock was not blemished by footprints, the water was still, and you could hear different birds chirping overhead.

There was a moment when I said out loud, “isn’t this beautiful?”

I propped myself up and looked around.

I forgot I was alone.

That is one of the trade-off’s about packing up your life and relocating to the other side of the world for a little while.

I don’t know a lot of people here, and the people that I do know work during the day.

I’ll get used to this kind of solitude in time.

“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back form whence we came” – President John F. Kennedy

On Thursday, I took the ferry to Manly.

I stood on the outside deck. My hair was blowing in the wind, the ferry was bouncing over the waves, and I was drenched from the rain and sea spray.

There is so much beauty along that route, I hope you have a chance to see it for yourself.

I got off the ferry and just started walking towards the beach.

Things have changed since the last time I went there, but I knew the route.

I got to the edge of the beach and looked around.

“Left or right” I asked myself.

I turned right, and began to walk along the seawall.

Manly, NSW
July 4, 2019

I love being by the water.

I don’t really like swimming in it, but the walk is always nice.

I was in an area I’ve never been to, so I had to look around specific landmarks to make sure I remembered them in case I got lost (something I am prone to experiencing when I’m in this country).

Manly, NSW
July 4, 2019

As I was wandering up the hills, I stumbled upon this staircase.

I stood at the bottom for a little while. How cool do they look?

These stairs represent everything that is happening to me during my Radical Sabbatical.

There are different flights of stairs that are in front of me right now. I won’t know what’s at the top unless I start climbing them. Sure, the unknown can be scary, but you have no idea what you’re missing until you start climbing!

Is there a flight of stairs that you are standing in front of?

What’s stopping you from the climb?

I hope you find the courage to start and see where it leads.

I climbed the staircase and followed the trail.

There were different vantage points that I found, the view was breath taking!

I found a bench near the third picture (the cliff & waves). I needed to sit down, my feet were killing me.

I looked around at the different people just steps away from me.

A tradie (tradesperson) was leaned over a ledge smoking his cigarette while his workmate eating lunch and blasting music from the truck in the parking lot. A family of tourists were taking a selfie nearby, propping their phone into a tree (their selfie timer game is WAY stronger than mine). A couple of backpackers were lounged out at the vantage point nearby. There was another couple taking a nap in their car in the parking lot.

People watching is so fun.

It is such a privilege to be in a position to just “be” for a little while. I saved for months knowing this might be my reality; now I get to live it.

I have a few things planned this week:

  1. I’ve been going to the gym from 6:00am – 6:45am, Monday – Friday. The people I see always ask me, “why are you here at 6am when you don’t have to?!” They’re right … why am I waking up this early?! I’ll think I’ll start going to the 6:45am sessions.
  2. Two more weeks until the Sutherland2Surf! I’ve never ran more than 10km, let alone in a group of other runners. I need to train hard.
  3. Bar hopping on Friday, that’ll be a good time. My friend from my RSA Course is from New Zealand. She doesn’t really know people around here either; so a couple of wanderers out on the town? Should be a good time.
  4. The family is getting together on Saturday for Happy Hour! A family who likes Day Drinking? These are my peeps!

So, that’s two days planned out.

Everything else is going to be on the fly, I’ll likely plan them out as I walk back home from the gym.

What a life.

Hope you have a great week, friends; can’t wait to tell what happens next!

Onwards,
-Zaighum

I’m STILL (f)unemployed and it’s time to start enjoying it!

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the most of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.” – Gilda Radner

Taking the Shuttle Bus into the City because there’s Track Work being done in the suburbs.
June 29, 2019

I can’t believe I’ve been (f)unemployed for a month.

I really thought I’d be getting ready to go back to work by now.

It didn’t actually hit me until I was on the bus going home.

I’ve sent 65 Resumes in under two weeks.

That’s right, 65.

Of the 65 resumes I’ve sent out, I’ve had ONE interview (by phone).

Yup, just one.

Both the Talent Acquisition Specialist and I agreed that while the job was perfect for me, I would be spending four hours per day on the train (two hours there, two hours back).

I had no choice but to go back to the drawing boards.

I was devastated.

All of my work experience, all of my education, all of my volunteerism.

Wasn’t that enough? Am I not enough?

Can you believe someone is this distraught about not working?

At the height of my emotional breakdown and identity crisis, I got a surprise phone call from a friend of mine living in Calgary, AB.

We did the usual catch up, then things got real.

He asked me how much I had saved to go on this trip? I brought what the Government of Australia asks Working Holiday Applicants to have in cash (or access to) when you arrive in the country. He asked me if I was alone? I wasn’t, I’m surrounded by family who I can reach within an hour. He asked me if there was food in the fridge? There definitely was. He asked me who I was staying with? I am staying with my cousin and her fiancé.

Then he asked, “then why are you in such a rush to go back to work?”

I was getting frustrated, I began to well up and my voice finally cracked as I said, “because I don’t know who I am without one.”

Without missing a beat, he said, “you did not pack up your life in Canada to just do the same thing in Australia.”

How fortunate am I to have friends who are willing to call me out on my shit?

I know of people who had it far worse when they did their working holiday and just came home early.

That won’t be me.

Sure, I’m not where I had planned to be, but I’m going to be just fine. Everything is falling into place (even though I can’t see it).

Who do you have in your life who can give you the tough love that you need to snap out of your pity party?

Perhaps you might need to give them a call and receive a pep talk.

Maybe you have to give someone a similar talk like the one I just got? I wasn’t expecting it or even asked for it … but oh, did I ever need it!

I’m blessed.

NO … MORE … PITY … PARTIES
June 25, 2019

“Our self-identity should be defined as who we are as individuals. What we do for work is only a piece of our lives.” – Rachael Tulipano

So, I’m pressing pause on actively looking for employment for a little while. My “coffee shop job” isn’t going anywhere after all.

#wearyourpride
June 30, 2019

What am I choosing to do to make the time pass by?

I signed up for a one month gym membership (yes, I did). An acquaintance of mine told me about circuit training that he did at F45 Training. I will be going to the 6am classes, something that I was doing three days a week back home; I’m upping the game to try and do five a week!

I signed up for the 11km run! Sutherland 2 Surf is on Sunday, July 21st! It starts off in Sutherland and takes you all the way down to Wanda Beach in my favourite area Cronulla. I’ve never ran this kind of distance before and I’m so excited to push myself to do reach this new personal achievement!

“Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it an remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.”
Genesis 9:16 (NIV)
Cronulla, NSW
June 26, 2019

In order to get ready for my 11km run, I’ve decided I won’t just walk along my favourite beach … I’ll be running it! You can do a beautiful 10km run by running from South Beach to the Dunes and back. It’s a steady run along the boardwalk with beautiful ocean as far as your eye can see. I can’t wait!

Surry Hills, NSW
June 27, 2019

When I don’t have plans in the shire, you best believe I’ll be going into the city! On Thursday, I went out for coffee and brunch with a new friend. We ended up walking over 23,000kms around the city where we went bar hopping, saw new suburbs I’ve never been to, tried some new eateries, spoke about our education, and we even went dancing in an underground club. I actually enjoyed myself. Like, who am?!

The splitting headache that came the next morning.
June 28, 2019

I have a few items on the to-do list this week:

  1. Go to the Canadian Consulate and request my absentee ballot for our Federal Election (just because I’m in a different country, doesn’t mean I surrender my democratic duty as a Canadian)
  2. Continue to go Church Hopping to find a new community (super tough because a lot of these churches are quite conservative, sigh)
  3. Take my “not so little” cousin out into the city
  4. Buy more socks, another pair of jeans and flannel, it’s about to get colder (I think I’ll go to a few thrift shops for the flannel)
  5. Celebrate Canada Day (without Poutine, sigh)

As I kick off week three of my Radical Sabbatical, I’m retelling the valuable words from my friend Somi in my head:

“Zaighum, you are a human being, not a human doing”.

I hope they can help you on your own journey!

Onwards,
Zaighum

This is my “New Normal”

Royal National Park
NSW, Australia
(June 22, 2019)

“If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” – Dolly Parton

Nothing is normal as I wrap up my first week in Australia.

For example, I have a the flu.

I do not get sick very often, this isn’t normal.

Today, I’ve been laying in bed with a bin full of kleenex on the floor beside me, bundled under the sheets, coughing and shaking, and lathered in every Filipino’s favourite remedy; Vicks (Biks) Vapour Rub.

Flu vs. Zaighum
Flu: 1 | Zaighum: 0

Evenings are getting as low as six degrees celsius in Sydney.

I’ve noticed that homes in Australia do a great job letting out the heat in the summer, but are not built for insulation in the winter.

I haven’t experienced an Australian winter since 2003, and I was only ten years old; I didn’t really pay attention to the temperature back then.

I’m currently sleeping under a sheet, a duvet, and two additional blankets.

I remember packing clothes in my suit cases and saying to myself, “Flannel? In Straya? I’ll leave this at home.”

Regret.

For someone who is (f)unemployed and on a Working Holiday, I have been quite busy. It’s been go-go-go since I landed, I really haven’t given myself a “day off”. While the home that I live in is absolutely beautiful, I’ve never enjoyed being cooped up inside. Now I’ve been forced to do the very thing I don’t like doing. This isn’t normal.

On Wednesday, I went out to the shops to buy some sweaters, windbreakers, and shoes. Everything was on sale (and of course I went to K-Mart for the cheap stuff).

I even bought interview friendly clothing. A pair of black shoes, some slacks, and a purple and blue button down.

It’s time to start looking for work, something I haven’t had to do since 2012.

I’m not looking for anything specific, doesn’t need to be full time, doesn’t need to be in my field. Just needs to be something to do; I really need a social life and meet people.

I’ve sat in front of my computer looking through job postings on LinkedIn, scrolling through the hundreds of jobs that sound interesting and that meet my skill-set.

I really don’t know what I’m going to do.

Here’s the thing about being on a Working Holiday Visa in Australia:

  1. You can work for any company for a maximum of six months
  2. You cannot accept a Government job or work at a bank
  3. IF you want to stay an additional year, you must do specified work in a rural area of the country; usually some type of agriculture job

Now let’s be real here.

Can you imagine me working on some farm in the middle of nowhere?

If you saw the episode of Schitts Creek where the Amish basically begged David’s family to take him back; that would be me if I had to do specified work.

Schitts Creek
Season 2, Episode 1
Finding David

I love being in Australia, I don’t love it that much.

Not a lot of companies want to hire someone, train them, integrate them into their system, then have them leave in six months.

I don’t blame them; but I wish they would give me a chance.

A lot of people have asked me why I would be stupid enough to move to the other side of the world without a job.

It’s a valid question, at times I ask myself the same thing.

I’ve been asked time and again why I didn’t try and arrange a job with my previous employer.

It’s not that easy.

You see, I’ve wanted to come to Australia since 2015 but one of the things stopping me was my love for my job.

So I used to hold onto this idea of living in the country I loved and work for the company that I loved.

You know the saying, “have your cake and eat it too”; that’s what I had hoped for.

I worked hard to build my network, I visited our Australia office in 2015, 2016 and 2018. I turned “LinkedIn Connections” into friends.

My colleagues in Australia encouraged me to pursue this dream. They would tell me, “you need to move to Australia already, there will always be work here,”

It wasn’t a promise for work, or a commitment in any way/shape/form. It was a possibility, a glimmer of hope; and it was the push I needed to pursue my dream.

So, I wrote some thank you cards to some of my old colleagues who are now my “mates” (their word, not mine; you’ll never hear me call someone “mate”. I prefer “friend” or “pal”) to simply say “thank you” for giving me the hope that I needed to pursue my radical sabbatical. Regardless of their decision, I couldn’t have gotten here without them.

McDonald’s Australia (Maccas) National Office
Thornleigh, NSW, Australia
(June 21, 2019)

Now, enough about the rant of my work struggles, let me tell you what I’ve been up to!

I finally went for a run this week, I need to find a new way to stay active while I’m here. I did 5km in my neighbourhood, it was glorious. I’m training for a 1/2 Marathon in Vancouver when I come back in 2020, I need to start training now. There’s an 11km run coming up called the Sutherland 2 Surf, all the locals have been telling me about it. I think I’m going to do it, it looks like a lot of fun. I might as well do something with all the free time that I have, right?

I did the usual tourist thing in the city. I went down to Circular Quay to see the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Sydney Opera House. I can’t even count how many times I’ve visited the area just to look at both sites; they continue to take my breath away.

I went for a hike on Saturday with my cousin, Mahrck (Bubz to all of us). We went to Royal National Park. I’m very fortunate that it’s really just around the corner from where I live down in Engadine. You gotta look at this post I made on Instagram, the video of the water crashing along the rocks literally brought me to tears; I still cannot believe I live here!

This is my new normal. I am letting go of the obsession of being in control and instead, face my radical sabbatical day-by-day. In doing this, I feel like I’m stranded in the rain (and it’s actually supposed to rain all week, sigh). Nothing is working out the way I had planned:

  1. No job (not that I can even start till after July 1st)
  2. Haven’t determined my running route (I know the beach route, need to figure out the neighbourhood root); I really need to get active once again
  3. No social life; I need some hobbies (that’ll come with work and getting out of the house more often)
  4. Wasted an entire day in my home due to the flu

I need to stop planning, and instead live in the present; truly embrace “Carpe Diem”seize the day.

So, as I sit on the couch, bundled under a blanket with the rugby game playing in the background, I am reminding myself of two VERY important realities:

  1. I am on a Working Holiday Visa, emphasis on the HOLIDAY part. I’m here because I was burnt out from my life in Vancouver and needed to completely disrupt my reality.
  2. I JUST got here. I have 51 more weeks in this country and I can make it up as I go. It’s not all going to be figured out in one week and it may not be figured out until I leave.

I catch myself saying, “Zaighum, you need to be kind to yourself.” Try that sometimes, we are our own worst critic after all.

Are you in the midst of your own excessive rain fall? The torrential down pour can be frustrating, especially where you don’t see the sun breaking through the clouds. Sometimes we try and find shelter in things that still let the rain in or get completely blown away in the storm.

Don’t lose hope.

The rain will pass. The clouds will break. The sun will shine.

Your rainbow is coming.

Can’t wait to tell you what happens in Week 2, I think I’m going on a road trip…

Onwards,
Zaighum

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing, and That’s Okay.

This picture was taken shortly after our Captain said, “Ladies & Gentlemen, we are making our final descent into Sydney”

“It’s better to look back on life and say, ‘I can’t believe I did that,’ than to look back and say, ‘I wish I did that.'” – Unknown

Jet lagged.

I woke up yesterday morning at 2am, then 4am, then 5am, then finally wide awake at 8am.

Sydney, Australia is 17 hours ahead from Vancouver, Canada.

I rolled out of bed and made my way into the kitchen. The kettle was already on, Mark (my cousin’s fiancé) was on the computer a few steps away, and it was time for breakfast. A cup of tea and some toast with honey and peanut butter was my chosen meal. I walked onto the deck and sat at the bottom of the steps. It was hitting me, I was actually here.

I live in Engadine, a suburb in Southern Sydney. Engadine is located about 45 minutes (by train) from the Sydney CBD (Central Business District) in the local government area of the area I grew up in, Sutherland Shire.

Mark’s home is at the end of his street. He put his heart and soul into building it. It’s has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a massive kitchen with a centre island, and a large living/dining area. The windows allow for the natural light to shine in when there’s sun. The deck looks over the backyard which has swimming pool, granny flat (a rental unit) with private gazebo, and greenery as far as the eye can see. Beside the swimming pool, there is an outdoor kitchen area which Mark and my cousin Lovella call “Banksia Bar”, which has a built in BBQ, full service bar and kitchen, plenty of seating, and even a washroom.

When I opened the cupboard, this was the only mug available. How fitting? It takes a lot of strength to completely disrupt your routine and move to the other side of the world to follow a dream. It’s an accomplishment.
(I need to keep reminding myself that it is an accomplishment)

Once you arrive in Australia, there are two things you need to get in order:

  1. Lodge a request for a Tax File Number (TFN)
  2. Open up a Bank Account

I finished the application for the TFN in a few minutes and was informed I would receive it within 28 Days.

If you do a Working Holiday in Australia, you should open a bank account with nab (National Australia Bank). All you need to open your account is:

  1. Passport
  2. Boarding Pass (from your flight into Australia)
  3. Drivers License
  4. Working Holiday Visa Grant Number
  5. A phone number

Sounds like a simple process, right?

Of course not, because I have to do it.

First, I walked out of the train station and wandered up and down the streets looking for the bank. Google Maps failed to tell me that the bank was inside the mall (sigh). Once I got into the mall, the directory made no sense to me and I wandered the halls for about fifteen minutes. When I finally found the bank, they were lined out the door. Once it got to my turn, I was told the next available appointment with an account manager wouldn’t be for another two hours.

After killing time shopping (which is always dangerous when you do not have a source of income), I went back to the bank for my appointment.

I met James, one of the account manager’s. He was awesome, super personable; kindest guy you’ll ever meet. He recently got married, and him and his wife will be doing a one month trip in South America.

As he was setting up my account, he asked me what I planned to do while in Australia?

He was the first local to ask me that question.

I sat there in front of him and stared at the table between us; the small funds I had brought over with me, my travel documents, and papers to sign scattered across the top.

I looked up at him, unsure what to say.

You see, I have a series of well calculated and politically correct responses to this question. I’ve been giving variations for the last two weeks, perhaps you’ve heard them:

  1. I’m going to go on adventures
  2. Find work that relates to my field of study
  3. Looking to expand my personal and professional life experience
  4. It’s my “eat, pray, love” year
  5. Following my dream of living abroad

The pressure of always having these carefully thought out responses has been exhausting.

I smiled at him. James doesn’t know me. We just met and we will likely never see each other again. I am one of the hundreds of clients he will meet over the next six months, so I had nothing to lose by speaking my truth.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, and that’s okay.”

I paused waiting to see what his reaction was going to be.

“That’s so inspiring, I’m so excited for you!”, he exclaimed.

It was?

Relocating to the other side of the world with a heart full of dreams and nothing lined up is inspiring?

Alright.

I need to allow myself to be okay with where I am at right now.

I cannot start work till July because that marks a new tax year for Australians. I need to revamp my resume and cover letter and begin reaching out to the network that I have built over the last four years to inquire about employment opportunities. I have to read over job opportunities, research the company, prepare questions, and go through an entire application/interview process. I need to be prepared for rejection; one of my biggest fears both personally and professionally.

I need to accept two things: I may not get the jobs that I have hoped for and I may need to settle for the serving job at the local cafe.

These are okay things.

I’ve already broken the traditional narrative that has been laid out for millennial’s to follow:

  1. Get a degree
  2. Get a job
  3. Build your career
  4. Start a family
  5. Buy a house
  6. Plan for retirement

No where in that narrative does it say: go and live.

My friend Somi called me before I flew out and said, “Zaighum, you are a human being, not a human doing.

So I finished my day in my favourite spot in Sutherland Shire, Cronulla Beach. I did my usual routine, walk along the boardwalk and just sit for awhile and just be.

Cronulla Beach, NSW, Australia
(June 18, 2019)

I was walking back to the train after my time of reflection and received a message through Instagram from a colleague I went to College with.

Here’s what she said:

“Hey Zaighum! I know we haven’t talked since our one class at Douglas (which was over five years ago) but I just wanted to say I’m so, so excited for you and this new chapter in your life. I have been following your updates vicariously and I felt the same excitement you felt when I decided to move to Thailand for a year. I know for a fact that you will learn so much about yourself, make life long memories, but more important, meet people that will inspire you. It’s going to be a crazy ride but it will be so worth it in the end. Best of luck, stay safe and simply be in the moment.”

By the moment I got to the end of the message I sat on a park bench with my face in my hands.

I’m not only going to be fine, I’m going to thrive.

So, if you are in a place in your life where you are not sure what the heck you’re doing, please accept these words:

That’s okay.

Onwards,
-Zaighum

You Can’t Bring it all With You

I’ll be the first to tell you, I’m not a light packer. I usually take flights that allow two check-in’s, one carry-on, and a personal bag. I usually pack just enough to not have to pay overage fees.

I laid out my suitcases on the bed and began packing for the year. “Roll, don’t fold” I continued to tell myself as I packed my clothes. I evaluated my outfits. Would I wear this? If it was a yes, it went into the bag. If it was a no, it went back into my closet.

I’ve packed t-shirts, couple of long sleeves, some button downs, a mix of pants and shorts, and my favourite shoes; I haven’t even started with socks, underwear or my toiletries.

There are some gifts that were given to me that I need to bring: a personalized tumbler, some books, a polaroid camera, and a picture frame.

I don’t know why I bothered packing so many clothes. It isn’t necessary. I can buy clothes in Australia. Between K-Mart and Ops Shops (Thrift Stores), I can find cheap clothing as I need it.

So, I began to take things out of the bags.

“I can’t bring all of this”, I whispered to myself.

I stared at the bags on my bed and the mess on my floor. My breathing became heavy and tears began to stream down my face. I sat on the floor cupping my mouth to try and silence the sounds of my crying.

Uluru, Australia

“These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.” – Najwa Zebian

No, the literal baggage that was in front of me was not the cause of my breakdown.

It was what they represented.

I was carrying too much in my heart; desperately carrying things that I needed to let go of before I leave:

  1. My obsession of seeking employment the moment I land. I continued to ask myself how I was going to fund my radical sabbatical? I regularly joked about getting a job at some coffee shop along the beach. I’m beginning to accept that it might be my reality.
  2. My need to be in control of everything that happens. I tried mapping out my entire trip so I knew exactly what I wanted to do and when. I had to let that go. I have my first two weeks planned, and that’s it.
  3. My sadness over people I’m leaving behind. I think that’s been the hardest part. There are people who do not deserve to “come with me” any more. We’ve said our goodbyes and now it needs to end. I cannot seek comfort in their company when I’m feeling lonely or when I eventually come home. It’s time to meet some new people.

What are the mountains that you’ve been carrying that were meant for climbing (I just love the picture Najwa Zebian paints in my head, don’t you?). Is there something you’ve been holding onto for far too long or that you’ve packed away that is weighing you down?

What will it take for you to leave the things weighing you down behind?

After all, you can’t bring it all with you.

Current countdown till my departure is: 3 Days, 14 Hours, 55 Minutes.

Onwards,
-Zaighum

I’m on my Way

Great Ocean Road
Victoria, Australia

“I stopped telling myself that I’m lost.

I’m not.

I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.

I’m not lost, I’m on my way.”

-Ahunnaya

This will be my fifth time flying visiting Australia. You would think I’d be experienced enough to know my way around the CBD (Central Business District) or around my little beach town of Cronulla.

Not even close.

I cannot count how many times I’ve messaged whoever I was scheduled to meet to inform them that I was lost and would be late.

Two things I hate being is lost or late.

During my December 2018 visit, I frequently found myself getting lost as I made my way to my destinations. It was usually because I wasn’t paying attention, took a wrong turn and ended up in a place I had never been before. My commute would be extended anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour.

I continued to grow frustrated with myself as this regularly occurred. I’d ask myself, “Zaighum, how do you not remember?!”, “You’ve been here so many times!”, and of course “Can you not read a street sign?!”

I couldn’t even follow Siri’s instructions as she explained the route using Google Maps.

Pathetic.

My worldview on getting lost changed on December 20, 2018.

I was on my way to Circular Quay to see my cousin for lunch. I like to get off the train at Town Hall Station then walk a few blocks to get there.

I don’t really understand what happened, but I somehow ended up at Barangaroo. See below what was supposed to happen:

Map 1 (Left): Expectation
Map 2 (Right): Reality

“Idiot”, I muttered to myself.

I messaged my cousin to let him know that I would be running late. He didn’t care (I mean he shouldn’t have, I was paying for lunch after all). He didn’t ask how long I would be. He didn’t ask if I wanted to reschedule. He just told me he’d be waiting for me when I got there.

So, I sat at Barangaroo Wharf waiting for the ferry to arrive. While sitting at the wharf, I began to reflect on my frustration.

So what? I was lost. Was it the end of the world? No. I found a ferry wharf and I’d be at my destination in twenty minutes. Was I in a sketchy area of the city? Nope. It was quite lovely where I was. It was a sunny day, there was shelter from the sun, I had a water bottle to keep myself hydrated and my phone had a full battery with plenty of data to help the time to pass.

I embraced the place that I was in and chose to enjoy what was around me. I was in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. So many people long for the opportunity to visit Australia, but never end up making it.

I was here, and I needed to seize the day.

Barangaroo Wharf
Sydney, Australia
December 20, 2018

The ferry eventually arrived, and I made my way across the water towards my destination. The detour that I made in error reminded me how fortunate I was to be “lost” in the city that I love so much. I waved at other passengers on the ferries sailing by, I paused and stared at the creepy looking entrance of Luna Park, then I just sat in awe as I sailed under the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Three quick stops later and I arrived at Circular Quay Wharf.

Barangaroo to Circular Quay Route

As I prepare for the next 365 Days that are ahead of me, I am letting go of my fears of being lost. I don’t even know where my final destination is as I travel and explore the country I am choosing to call home a year. I couldn’t tell you where I am going to end my trip both literally and figuratively; I don’t know what cities I will visit, who I will meet, or what I’ll learn about myself.

I can tell you this: I will live in the moment and embrace the journey ahead.

I’m not lost, I’m on my way.

Onwards,
-Zaighum