Transformations are slow. No one changes overnight. It all depends on deconstruction, removing some blindfolds from the eyes and some beliefs from the shoulders … It is not a painless process. Leaving the area – apparently – comfortable messes with all the little monsters hidden in obscure corners; some ghosts appear; and many fears, fears, anxieties and anxiety are discovered. It is natural to lose your breathing rhythm when looking for a new way to breathe.
When I park and allow myself to look at every trail I choose to walk, I am proud of the woman I have become (and I am becoming). I look back – at the falls, at the patterns, at the fittings – and realize how much courage I wore to bare …