I follow a lot of Instagram accounts that offer up doses of spiritual wisdom. A cocktail of truths and insights, sometimes in poetry form, that resonate deep within me affirming what little I know and teaching me what I have yet to learn.
I drink them in, taking long and satisfying pulls.
A lot of changes are on the horizon and in order to keep my sanity and remain grounded, I look outward to unlikely sources of support, like Instagram. They help remind me I am on a trajectory that is both in line with my values, who I am and who I strive to be, and that I will survive. The fear of the unknown is great. The monkey (mind) chatter is deafening. But the reward of mixing it up and trying something new is greater, no matter the outcome.
I have purchased my ticket (finally) to England. A one-way ticket to Newcastle for nine days of hanging with a bevvy of international women to honour and celebrate childhood bride-to-be friend. Next stop? Only future blog entries will tell.
Choosing a direction and leaving normal and regular behind.