07/07/2022
~ 2 years ago I had set the intention that I was going to travel. That I was going to leave behind everything and everyone that I knew in search of myself. I would get so lost in world that out of the wandering I uncovered who I really was. My flights were booked, bag packed then my flights were cancelled.
As I waited for my chance to set off again, my father sat me down and told me he had 6 months to live. I spent the next 9 months either hoping for his recovery or dreading the moment that his eye would shut and never open again and that he would experience his final breath.
My father's diagnosis set me into a further spiral of self discovery fueled by the stoic saying Memento Mori. Experience after experience, mentor after mentor, course after course, and book after book all trying to make sense of everything that was happening and what I was meant to be doing here in this lifetime.
And as I sit on the edge of this journeys beginning, I am filled with endless amounts of peace in not having a clue what I will do next.
It's finally happening, I am actually doing it and I am beyond grateful that I even get to experience life in this new way even if it's just for a few moments in time.
First stop, Puerto Escondido ✌️
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