Today I’m leaving on my first ever solo vacation. Can you believe it? Twenty-six years old and I have yet to experience a trip on my own. I wish I could explain how important this is to me. Some of the most simple things are the hardest.

I have a lot to think about, and some writing to do. And then more thinking. The summer is ending and it was not an easy one. Things have to change and I want to come back beginning that shift within myself full force. I am tired of wishing the best for everyone around me and wishing the worst for myself. I need to get the best for myself as well. Nothing in my life will work out if I can’t be who I am and quit apologizing for it.

Sometimes I think my fear of being left or of others leaving me stems from having already abandoned myself for so long. The life ends up living me. I have to live my life.

Here is to getting on the good foot.