You’re never too old to believe in magic, far away lands, unusual people and fantastic beast. Staying engaged with those feelings and senses influence your life in positive and uplifting ways. The recurring theme of love, bravery and clever wit lays out examples of how wonderfully adventurous life can be when you find hope even in the darkest of days.
Believe in the magic you muggle. Always.
When a dream starts becoming a reality it’s hard not to want to scream it to the world. I’ve been pondering over the idea of making the 23 hour journey to literally the middle of nowhere. For what you may ask?
All I know is that it’s about to be the greatest connection that I’m about to create.
It’s been just about 4 years since I first discovered the beautiful photography taken in the mountains. I was overwhelmed by the sheer rawness and glory of the unstirred earth that I knew in an instant that someday, someday I will venture there.
So I will do just that.
Myself and a few close friends will make this trip this summer to see what all the fuss is. What it is I have been dreaming to do and see. A place to get lost in myself and be whole once more. I’m excited to have this opportunity.
Cheers to the future and to a hippie soul.
I’ve cried more in the past few weeks than I have in a long while. I don’t see it as weakness. Quite the opposite. It’s been a lot of emotions that I haven’t allowed myself to feel. I’m notorious for bottling up things I think, feel and want to say. That’s one thing I’m striving to get better at. Speaking up and saying what I want, think, or feel.
It’s scary. Absolutely frightening. Rejection or misunderstanding is all too real. Yes I’m weird which makes my life a million times harder to explain. I deal with things by over analyzing until I’m blue in the face. One part of my anxiety that I despise. I will completely engulf my life with being social to the point I don’t want to be alone. Then completely switch 180 and want to be alone and withdraw at any opportunity. I’ve built a lot of walls over the years. I very rarely let people come into to limited space I call my safe zone.
Over the past year, I’ve slowly worked on these troubles in my inner being. I’ve opened up to people with the understanding that I’m taking a risk with letting them in. Most have been very accepting of me and my odd quirks. Perhaps these recent weird feelings I have will fade. It’s become such a commonplace in my life to go through these phases that it’s hard to imagine it without them.
I’d like to not be so sensitive.
But that’s me. I just need to run with what I have to offer and not wait to deal with what is needed. I need to for me.
Strawberry Fields Forever 