Divenire

Time is nothing to me now. Which in a way is great because time only flies when you are having fun. 

But it also frightens me that maybe I haven't taken enough time to stop and really appreciate this whole journey. 

I remember as a child thinking the drive to our camping ground was forever (which was about a 25 minutes...) and now for me it's like, "5 months away from home? That's nothing!" 

A part of me wishes that I could still see 25 minutes as a long time, for if that were the case life wouldn't seem to just pass you by.

Just take life by the 25 minutes in front of you. What happens next is irrelevant for the time being.

But regardless, it some how all has passed so quickly and in just over a week I shall be venturing back home to my lovely little town of trees and totems in order to figure out where my next steps shall lead. 

I honestly can not wait to get to sleep in real bed and not a single cot, or to have an oven and oh my goodness, not have to wear the same clothes from my suitcase that I have had for the past 5 months. 

(Stupid but you really appreciate a full closet...)

 It's also incredibly terrifying to think I have no idea what my next step is. One of, if not the hardest part of this job is that plans are always changing and you never really know what's going to happen next. 

Nothing is ever set in stone .

And for me at this point the next step is nothing but a black abyss waiting for me to step closer and peer my head inside.

It's thrilling and absolutely terrifying. 

But for now I'm going to try and not get too far ahead of myself and just focus on the present; enjoying my last few days here and once I'm home, go into a deep relax/detox mode. The rest will unfold in it's own due time. 

Ky.xo