I honestly feel I do not know where my life is taking me. It’s so mysterious. I don’t mind the falling. I think I like it better that way. I just feel like I am beginning to recenter on what is important. This last month has been a little hectic, and at times it seems like I have left the road that leads home to venture off by myself– alone. It is a necessary path, one I cannot hide from, but it is also a circular one, and I will come back home. I doubt it will be as long as it seems.
I am no longer scared. I am not scared of going. I am not scared of leaving. I am not scared of not knowing. Something tells me it’s going to work out. The distance isn’t really all that great: It may have been right there in my heart the whole time.