One day, I'm going to look back at this blog and be able to point to times in my life when I felt most blossomed and confident and other times when I felt less sure of who I am and then, there will be times like these, where I'm not blossoming nor am I cowering in insecurity, I'm simply content. Of course, I feel best when I am blossoming, when I'm meeting people and trying new things and writing exciting stories about my adventures, but in this time, when my life is simple, I feel content because I know that this is the calm before the beautiful storm that will most certainly ensue.
In this time of calm, unlike any such times before, I'm learning to truly process and reflect on the past six years (six years ago was the last time I experienced this settled feeling). As I've revisited friends from my life's previous endeavors, I can't help but think, "I was so different when I knew them, I've evolved so much, but yet they remain so dear to me." At times, when I think about the past six years, I feel as if my life isn't my own. Was I really a teacher? Did I really go to Israel at 18? Was I really stranded at a Haitian airport for 3 and half hours with no phone? It's these thoughts that makes times of contentness so important. In this time of lull, in the quiet of the morning and the serenity of the evening, I can culminate all things past, consider all things future, and then, realize the power of this
one
quiet
moment.
The depth of my soul is a nomadic story teller, the crease lines under my eyes and my crooked toes speak of adventure, but the years past and the promise of years to come have inspired me to simply be, for now, be love, be kind, be quiet, be content.
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