On Navigating The Unnavigable
I remember feeling like the world was this uncharted map. But isn’t that what life is, really? Navigating the unnavigable?
All posts tagged: finding my place
Finding Who I Am
Who I am needs no explanation—I am a giver, a lover, a feeler, a writer. I simply am. And that is, and always will be enough.
Our Stories, And Their Larger Book
Sometimes I get so lost in my own drama, my own twists and turns that I forget what’s all around me. I forget that my story is only a fragment of the whole.
Finding Myself (And Fireflies)
When I was a little girl I used to catch fireflies in jars. I’d snag them in-between my palms, always a mix of excited and terrified to feel their tiny wings flapping against my fingers.