I can feel myself changing so frequently these days, it’s almost hard to hold onto a feeling long enough to write about it. I find myself filling in the right words without any real actual correlation as the moment has passed.
My bestfriend sent me a picture the other day- a picture from May. A scent of a time in my life before everything was derailed. Thrown off track and travelling at great speeds towards destination unknown. Before I got fired from my court job. Just before I moved away. Just before I realized real love.
It’s astonishing and exciting and exhilarating and completely terrifying the way the universe listens to exactly what you want. Everything happens for a reason, everything is perfect timing.
I remember feeling so confused about my career. About my home. About my whole entire future. And then I found myself on the fast track to different opportunities, different friends, different cities, different experiences, all different everything.
I had to travel the world just one more time, to discover everything I needed had been under my nose the whole time.
Wild Little Hare 