I wouldn’t call myself a writer. I am a writer. I am someone who writes. I am someone who expresses theirselves best through words. And dance. But I wouldn’t call myself a dancer. I am a dancer. I am someone who dances. I am someone who expresses. I am someone. I am.
I am in this precarious balance between wanting to make things happen at a breakneck pace and surrendering to the mysteries of the Universe and allowing opportunities to naturally rise. I remind myself that the Universe isn't in a rush...only my mind makes me think I am. Maybe being back in the city that never sleeps has an affect on my mindset. The rush to get from Point A to Point B...like a jackhammer to the road.
𝟑𝟔𝟓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎, I was a little drunk on champagne as my flight to Bangkok took off, just as NYC decided to declare a state of emergency. As I woke up this morning in the magical town of Tepoztlan, Mexico, I recounted what I experienced that fateful day exactly one year ago. I woke up [...]
In all honesty, I am not sure where to begin. I cry while driving or sitting in restaurants and cafes. I feel my heart breaking and rebuilding. I am chaotic and serene. I find myself in serious contemplating. Today's quote on my Momentum tab is: “The struggle you're in today is developing the strength you need for tomorrow.”
Currently in 'destination quarantine', living in a bungalow on Thailand's second largest island. Some of the other travelers I've met on the road have taken one of two options: return home or stay here in paradise. My choice was easy - ride it out.
