#8. The same place, two different worlds

This weekend I used my mum’s birthday as an excuse to step away from the swirl of work and life. I brought her to Billabong, a stunning retreat just forty-five minutes from Sydney. It is the kind of place that feels hidden in the middle of nowhere, with gum trees swaying in the breeze, the scent of eucalyptus in the air, and the soft sound of water nearby. The food is colorful and nourishing, the kind that makes you feel healthier just by looking at it. Yoga, saunas, and massages — it is all here.

In just twenty-four hours, I already feel lighter. My body had been aching, my energy low, and my spark dimmed. I had not realised how much I needed to replenish until I arrived.

It reminded me that we are in charge of how we feel, of the choices we make to feel better. Whatever we are building, dreaming, or moving toward, our well-being is the foundation. Without it, nothing stands.

Being here with my mum has been… interesting. Over the past couple of years, I have learned not to expect much excitement from her in these settings. Last year, I tried to make everything perfect, but she found fault in every detail. This year is similar (a luxury cabin all to herself, gourmet meals, endless nature), and yet her focus lands on what is not quite right. The bed is too soft. The tea was not to her taste. The coffee is too cold. She skipped the yoga and spa.

It makes me reflect on how two people can be in the exact same place, surrounded by the same beauty, yet live entirely different experiences. While I am soaking in fresh air, quiet, food, and gratitude, she remains closed to much of it. I am reminded that openness, kindness, and willingness shape our experience as much as the place itself.

I feel a little sad about it, but not surprised. I have learned not to pin my joy on someone else’s reaction. I am here, breathing deeply, feeling grateful, and choosing my experience.

When was the last time you noticed that your openness, or lack of it, completely shaped your experience?

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