If, years ago, you told young me, fresh me, that in the future that was coming, I would wander the world, I would meet thousands of beautiful people scattered all around the globe, I would sit on stages in bookstores and theaters, I would photograph true love in dozens of forms, I would have called you a liar. I never predicted a wild life for myself, never saw myself living a peripatetic existence. I saw a life of stillness, in and around the town I grew up in, after a childhood of this wandering. I saw a life not boring, but routine, and I saw myself settling into a groove. This did not occur, this did not come to be. Quite the opposite in fact, as all of the above things
You just never know what is in store for you, especially when you push forward despite anxiety or fear of failing. If someone had told me when I was 21 that I would travel as I have, that I would live where I do now, I'd have laughed. I still hadn't had my four children or two husbands (now exes lol) - what a life. This beautiful life is only shown to us in baby steps......because it is too fantastic to fathom in the whole...
You just never know what is in store for you, especially when you push forward despite anxiety or fear of failing. If someone had told me when I was 21 that I would travel as I have, that I would live where I do now, I'd have laughed. I still hadn't had my four children or two husbands (now exes lol) - what a life. This beautiful life is only shown to us in baby steps......because it is too fantastic to fathom in the whole...