Paris knew. Knew I needed one more night with the people I love. One more memory of sweet genuine laughter, drinks and charming memories. Another example of how allowing the uncomfortable elements be and enjoying the benefits of them.
I go home unsure of what home is. Unsure of what my options are, unsure of where the next 12 months may take me.
What I know is this: I desire to create, I desire to love, I desire to live.
I have a clearer more defined picture of what those things are.
More stripping away of what doesn’t belong. Burning away old shapes that no longer define. I’m afraid of those elements trying to work their way back in. No, no more. No thanks.
I am free.
