And so I begin...

Never written a blog before but thought why not share some wonderful musings and stories.

Last year I left everything behind to pursue my dreams of travel. I can't believe almost a year has passed since I was gone, and how much and how little remains of that journey. I came home on top of the world, self-confidence the highest it has ever been, yet as the months have passed, my bravado has lessened and the woman who let go of fear and triumphed in faith is somehow afraid to leap again. How silly! You'd think that experience would teach me that I've done it before I can do it again, but somehow the "practical realities" have their hold on me. Paychecks and bills and accomodations and duties seem to be grounding my flight, when all my spirit and imagination want to do is soar.

Once a person has travelled for a period of time, it's hard to revert to a normal life. An adverturous spirit once liberated is hard to contain, and mediocrity will not suffice. The lure of freedom to pursue the heart's desires is no easy thing to withhold, and a spirit is only as strong as the spport it receives.

So, to be content with what is, or to dream of what could be? Or is there even a happy middle ground to balance both. This is what I ponder.