Everything grows unbelievably fast here like the eleventh hour of the day turning to noon. The greenery flourishes recklessly similar to the tourism industry that can’t be halted. The buildings grow taller, the boats get bigger, all while the land seemingly gets smaller. I’ve been on my island of Guam just a little over a month and it is unbelievable how quickly I have realized the growth rate of just about everything.
It all started a week before my arrival here. Of course, for my relocation, I wanted to have perfect golden locks to frame my face for those awe-worthy Instagram posts I had planned. I splurged and got the highlights I had been wanting for months. Little did I know, it would cost me a pretty penny for a very diminutive amount of time with the “perfect look” I had been craving. I have never had fast growing hair… I even tried the silly supplements that are supposed to increase hair growth (they never worked – what a surprise). If only I had known that moving to an island would be the solution to my mid-length hair problems. That, along with my need for a new razor every week (instead of every other week), was the first of my what the heck island moments.
I told myself coming here that I would be adventurous and do things I have never done before like snorkeling past the little buoys, diving, and even hiking (yikes). While the snorkeling turned out to be inconceivably picturesque, last weekend’s hiking gave me my next what the heck island moment.
I would not consider myself unfit, as I take the occasional fitness class and sometimes force myself to go to the gym, but I’m definitely not a connoisseur of outdoor fitness. As I trekked my way through sword grass that was as tall as me, I quickly realized how small humans are on this earth we occupy and call home. I felt minute. I felt amazing. I just stood there on the top of one of the hills and realized how truly incredible our earth is.
Nonetheless, two minutes later I was whining about the steep hill I was about to decline that had little gripping, a small unwinding rope, a few trees to hang onto, and an unforeseeable bottom. I really didn’t think I could do it without breaking an ankle – or worse. But I did it with no injuries! Then I quickly looked back up and thought, “Uh oh, what did I just do? I have to get back up that later.” Putting my ego aside, I kept going and saw the most unbelievable waterfall and suddenly the hiking was worth the soreness I’m still feeling in my upper body from that climb back up.
Everything grows here.
Everything including my hair, upper body strength, the towering sword grass, and even my inner self. I know it’s just been a month on my rock, but I’ve grown too. I’m not afraid of the hillsides or what lies beyond them. Yes, I remain afraid of the spiders as big as my palms which I assure you won’t change but, I have just stared my journey on this island and can’t wait to see the growth I gain from being here. Hopefully it comes with patience about tourists, but I guess I will have to wait to see. For now, you’ll catch me cascading down waterfalls…
Just kidding, I’m not that good yet, but I’m definitely heading in that direction.
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In what ways has island life helped you grow?