Last year was a wild ride and I’m still feeling the effects of the drastic changes in my life. It sounds cliche, but somewhere along the journey I lost track of “me” and spent all my time worrying about what I was supposed to be, instead of cultivating who I already was.

Now I’m looking around and feeling like I missed part of the trip. I was so busy digging around in the luggage I forgot look out the window.

Well, there isn’t any going back. I may travel the same road again, but I won’t be the same, and the road will probably have changed as well. So I am deciding I need to try and forget about the luggage and just enjoy gazing out at the brilliant vistas of my life.

My life is good, whether I believe it not.

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