When I moved to Ecuador for 4 months last year I was sure that my experience was destined just for me, but over and over again I saw how simple words I shared of my experiences spoke deep into people's hearts and challenged others from far away. One year later I sit in this limbo of confusion. I see the power of my words, but I feel week from the pressure on my chest, in my mind. the pressure to keep quiet. I stopped writing, I stopped sharing. I've allowed my growth to be stunted by the fear that no one wanted to listen to what I had to say. One year after finding my voice I am learning to speak again. I may ramble, I may stutter, and my deepest cries may sound like a whisper; but I'm finding my voice again and I know that you're listening.
don't hold back.
don't worry mom, I was terrified too.
do more things that make you come alive.
remind me Lord, that you are nearer than I know.
I breathe a little better here.
reminiscing on when we stole bracelets from pacsun in high school.
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goodbye Toby, it's been nice. hope you find your paradise.
reminiscing on the summer I spent in Thailand last year. I can't believe how much I've grown and changed in just one year.
I'm grateful for the seasons.