What makes the world go round
August 3d. I leave September 3d.
I know it wouldn’t matter how much I planned, packed or prepared for this trip. I know it will bring about a change.
And change is scary. The present is safe.
2 years ago I longed to get away. Now, I could easily go about the same tracks for another year. But what good would that do?
I had to talk to a certain person, to be reminded again.
Of the wonder, and the meaning of it all;
To keep going, to keep growing.
To keep holding on to love, to keep letting go of fear.