reality is starting to set in. this shit is bittersweet. i’ll be packing up and leaving again. no defined destination. no plan, as of yet. the possibilities are endless, yet I’m still anxious. i keep thinking about the what ifs and worrying about the uncertainty. but at least i tried. at least i stepped outside of my comfort zone. at least i was brave. at least i was courageous. my work here is done. i’ll be in love with my next move. watch.
[These are my open notes that I’ve hidden from the world. Over the next month, I am making them public until my birthday on April 14th.]