Finding myself

I have been lucky enough to have travelled a little in my life. There are still so many places I want to visit, but I am also content with staying put for a while. Keeping my feet on the ground whilst I am in a phase of redescovering myself.

Arguably the furthest I have traveled from home has been in the places where I have lost sight of myself. I have been to some dark and dismal depths hand in hand with depression. She led me through swathes of anxiety, furrows of self-doubt and criticism, and deep trenches where I lost all hope and motivation. Miles and miles of inequitable  terrain that made it almost impossible to find a stable path and keep sight of moving on.

These days I am learning to forge my own path through the wilderness. Courage packed in my bag, with resilience and aspiration clothing my unrelenting feet. Planted firmly in a ground that I am nurturing and nourishing.  Attending to the soil that will be needed for new life to grow, and more fruit to be harvested.

Who knows where this journey will lead me, but I hope not to find myself straying too far from home any more.