I’ve been having a lot of reflecting time lately. This period in my life is different since I went to Mexico and came back. My priorities have been realigned. Things that used to be so important faded in glory, and other things I thought I would one day do, have emerged as the new priority. I dropped out of most of my social groups, and had the excuse of being way too busy, which was, in fact, entirely true. I have missed seeing their faces, but I can’t hold up conversation. Just can’t.
I used to talk about the things I wanted to do. Now I am silent and just doing it. But what am I doing? I am writing, reading, painting, changing. I am noticing myself filled up with energy that wants to give itself as support without the need of being understood by anyone. I find myself being not…
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