on moving.

transitions are something.
i recently moved. moved to asheville. it all happened very fast, like a whirlwind.  decisions made. boxes packed. goodbyes said. and then to new beginnings.

i left behind my favorites. my favorite city with my favorite favorite people to try something new. i was given an opportunity for change and i took it.  i know that many don't understand, but when you know you need it, you take it.  you leap. i leapt.
i was becoming stagnant at home.  i was not unhappy but i wasn't moving forward. if i may be cliche for a moment, life is too short and i am too young to be stuck.  and one morning i woke up and felt the truth of that in my bones.
and i chose. i chose to leave.

and although i am sometimes lonely, sad, unhappy, worn out, i know in the deepest part of me that i needed this.  not necessarily asheville, but i needed a change. a new breath. a challenge for myself.
i have needed the push to go and   s  t  r  e  t  c  h   myself.    and i am fully aware that i might hate it hear and miss home and on and on but i had to leave, even if its simply for a season.

i think it is necessary to challenge your feelings of comfort, then you will know what is real.


so here i sit. here. in a new city, new apartment, new job, new faces.  i am the "new girl" again.
here i will begin again.

after all this time.

it is as if my writing ebbs and flows with the seasons.

this time. i pledge to be disciplined. even if i am the only one to see these excerpts from life.
i will write.
daily.
i will share.
honestly.

i will be inspired.
attempt to inspire.
utilize expression.
explore all sides of life
and creative outlets.


lets do this.