There’s a version of me that used to wait.
For the perfect moment.
For more money.
For someone to come with me.
For permission.
For the fear to get small enough.
But the thing about waiting is—life doesn’t.
So I stopped waiting.
I started wandering…
Exploring has become my way of listening.
Sweetwater
Not just to the land, but to myself. I go not to escape, but to remember—what I care about, what I’m made of, what I’m healing from.
Whether I’m deep in the backcountry or walking down the jet bridge, I find something new when I’m paying attention.
A wildflower I missed. A breath I forgot to take. A moment that feels a little more like home.
I used to think adventure had to be BIG.
Flights. Foreign countries. Epic treks.
And while I’ve done all those things, I’ve also learned that presence is the real adventure.
Born to roam 
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