I’ve got a heart that won’t quit and I love with such intensity that it scares me.
I strive to be more transparent and to be open even when that means resting in awkward moments, sadness, fear, anger, and anxiety.
Writing is a love of mine but it doesn’t mean I’m the best communicator. Many instances my typed words feel like words that may never leave my mouth. Not out of fear but because it just feels better this way, more natural…to me.
I’m learning to be more comfortable with vulnerability and weening myself off this social misconception that being vulnerable is a weakness. It takes a lot more strength to be vulnerable than to put up walls and live in moments that aren’t yours because their not you.
Since I’ve left Calgary I’ve felt something like homesickness for a place I’ve never lived and only spent nine spectacular days in. I’ve been to many places and many of them I fall in love with leaving a little piece of me with each one. But I never had a difficult time moving onto the next… until now.
It could be the honeymoon phase…where everything is so amazing and it feels like it could be that way forever. But it feels like I left more of a chuck than a little piece of my heart in Calgary.
Could it be that I’ve found the place to leave more than just my heart?
This is where I’m at right now.