I was admitted to an Indian hospital for 4 days, here's what it taught me...
If you know me, then you know about my obsession with Eat Pray Love. I first read it when I was 17 years old. Even then, something about it resonated within me on a cellular level. I always knew I wanted to visit an Indian ashram and find my own Balinese medicine man someday. I just wasn't sure when. That was, until I came to the uncomfortable realisation that I didn't particularly enjoy the profession I had spent five years hustling for at uni. Some might call it escapism, I called it soul searching. I had decided that this was my year. I was going for it. With three tickets booked, I had it all mapped out. I was to embark on my very own spiritual seeking journey through India, Nepal and Bali for a duration of 4.5 months. We're talking Buddhist monasteries, galavanting around the Ganges, hiking Annapurna base camp, yoga teacher training. Heck, even a little impromptu Bali romance getaway with a guy I fell for just before I left. There is this saying that says: If you wan
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