When last did you do something for the first time?
I crossed over this sign for the very first time a couple of hours ago, bumbled my way through passport control and had a good cry in the bathroom
I then fixed my face with sample eye cream from the duty free store, like a seasoned traveler.
I carry a lot of emotion this morning. Part of it is pure exhaustion, part of it feels as if I’ve crossed a threshold. As if my real life (and also my real work) has begun.
#insearchoftherighthashtagtocommemoratethismoment
The weeks leading up to this morning has been both exhausting and cathartic. I’ve cleared a lot of space, both physically and energetically. I’ve worked hard, slept little. I’ve burned through a lot of cash in my quest to live lighter and more simply. I have (and am) dealing with the logistics and consequences of adrenal burnout (I may have eczema on my eyelids, but at least my nails are always done). I took my cats to the cattery. I adjusted, packed and wrestled my backpack for the first time. I never looked forward to it, because I somehow never thought I would get here.
And now there is only this moment, in this small plane, with the cold in my feet, the early morning sun on my face, and whatever fate has install for me.
I am here. And it is marvelous.
Daily Braveries 