Thirty five

Sometimes I am most home when I am lost. Literally or metaphorically, they usually go hand in hand. I’ve learned to feel lost and like it. Lost inside every beautiful question I never want answered. Because my searching is grounding, and people who know too much scare me. I don’t want to scare myself. I have found so much, this way, this year, this life. I really lost myself, but now I get to travel back home.

Thirty Five (yesterday)! Probably my favorite birthday in the last decade. The symbolism of it all was not lost on me…coming out of darkness, the most difficult few years of my life, filled with so much hope, so much gratitude.