One year on this journey.

Yoga poses. Crystals. Meditation.

Blank pages. Filled Pages.

The words bleed across a wet napkin.

My perspective is shifting.

Many burdens lifting.

New people, new challenges, new interests.

One year on this journey.

Where exactly does this journey lead?

Right back to me.

Unsure, ever changing me.

Vulnerability. Transparency. Honesty.

One year on this journey and I’m more open.

I slacked. I procrastinated. I got scared.

I stopped sharing. Started. Stopped.

Now I’ve started back up again.

One year on this journey to infinity.

Thanks for tripping with me