I could feel it as it was happening. I was slipping. Slipping through the cracks, slipping like the sand through my fingers. I was, with ill-intention, trying to convince myself that this was simply the reality of who I am. Throwing caution to wind, ignoring any consequence and living so much in the moment that … Continue reading Enough.

Confessions of a Solo Traveller | Part 2

"In nature, nothing transforms without breaking first. Flowers can't bloom until they're deeply, wholly rooted. Seasons can't turn until the cold has come and killed off the remnants of the past. Butterflies don't spread their wings before being cocooned in isolation for weeks, stars don't become supernovas before facing their own implosion..." You know, sometimes … Continue reading Confessions of a Solo Traveller | Part 2