A year ago today I hopped a plane to Paris. I had signed up for an unknown adventure and I had only hopes that it would be restorative, freeing and a breathe of fresh air. What I experienced.. Was more so than I could have ever hoped for. My restoration didnt come until I was home though. I still had to work through everything. I had to face the pain, the memories and walk through them. Running away gave me strength to see beyond, but I had to walk through to create a new life. I’m in aw of my life and journey. Guided by what, who and how…. I don’t understand. But I am grateful. But now I lay here, prepping for my next adventure, even more unprepared, unaware and open to wherever and what may be. I never thought as my decision a year ago as brave as some have told me it was. I only saw it as necessary. And now……. I see this next step as… crazy. HA!!
Life only makes sense in retrospect. And well.. We shall see what nov 4th 2014 will have to say….

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