I’m in my 2 year anniversary week leaving Seattle and heading to Maine. The Trip started off perfect-when I was 14 miles from the Idaho border- I hit a deer.
It was like a celebration and a death simultaneously. Unbelievable. I’ve been re birthing the entire time. The exact date was symbolic of another incident 19 years ago. Also a celebration and death. Completely sideswiped in both incidents. Human/deer-same same.
The art of truly living is learning how to die.
Wherever you go may the good lord bless you heart and soul. I’m wiser for the travels-believe me when I say the path of fighting for your life will never be the easy one. But it’s the best one.
GRIT comes from the work of buckling down and taking the reigns of your own life and literally not giving a F what anyone else thinks is your path.
Happy birthday to me.
I just delivered myself. 💪🏼❤️💃🏼