There’s a quote I’ve loved since giving up some tired ideas in my thirties…
“If in the last few years you haven’t discarded a major opinion or acquired a new one, check your pulse. You may be dead.” (Gilett Burgess)
Confession time… I’ve always avoided Queensland’s Gold Coast if I could, passing through (quickly) on my way to my favourite beaches in northern NSW or heading out into the hinterland which was wilder and calmer…
Not an earth-shattering opinion I admit, but one that grew from a seed germinated when I was just a kid and I’ve never really questioned it.
It started with my friend in Grade 4. She would arrive back at our school in Sydney after Surfers Paradise holidays with her bling-bling parents, proudly displaying postcards and snaps of Meter Maids, the ‘glitter strip’ and crowded golden beaches in the shade of ever-looming high rises.
I should have been awestruck but I was already a confirmed freak for nature.
My idea of bliss was our camping holidays in the bush or at the beach – and the postcard-perfect Gold Coast looked anything but natural to me.
Well, so I thought.
When we moved to northern NSW last year, I didn’t think about the Gold Coast as anything more than another bottleneck on our Brisbane commute. When we got home it never crossed our minds to visit the area.
But recently we’ve been exploring – and I’ve discovered why people love it.
There’s more to this place than the ‘glitter strip’. Yes, there’s always something going on, but it’s not all about glitz and glam.
It has that kick-back feel all year round, the beaches are endless, and it’s greener than I expected.
It helps that most of us, these days, are less likely to cut down every tree or shrub that blocks our ocean views.
And because we are all switched on 24/7, we want to get back to our roots…to remind ourselves there is more to life than busyness. To walk and cycle and run – or just soak up the Vitamin D.
I think I’ve struck gold here, forty-five minutes from where I lived in Brisbane for thirty years.
I’ve just checked my pulse and yep, it’s racing. In a good way.
Who would’ve thought?