“Living life to the fullest” isn’t a label you receive once you’ve got things all figured out. It’s what happens in the midst of daily choosing to be intentional and diligent and brave in the small things. In other words, wholehearted.
I’m learning that the true solitude partners well with moments of true connection. And traveling alone really isn’t all that weird.
Maybe it was the elevation, or maybe it was the beauty that made my chest ache. The beauty of the foothills I was driving through seemed to reflect the foothills of this adventure I was embarking on. This was uncharted territory. Stripped of everything familiar, I felt exposed. It struck me that this trip felt a little bit like falling in love. That feeling when the whole world seems to have a filter of vibrant colors.
Fear wrote me a letter this week. A plea to just play it safe. Click the link to read my response.