I’m finding my voice again in Hawaii. My inspiration to write; to create; to dream.
I’m also finding myself with so many questions. Almost to a point of complete and utter anxiety and panic.
And yet there is a level of peace. I’ve been told I seem at peace here. Yes and no.
Maybe it’s the sound of the waves, being so loud it drowns out the thoughts of worry.
Maybe it’s the sand between my toes after miles and miles of walking on the beach.
Maybe it’s the early morning’s spent quietly by myself, watching the sunrise and just being.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I don’t have the answers.
I’m working on what that looks like, I’m working on the words to express how I am feeling right now, I’m working on continuing to dream big and figure out how I can use my passions to help others lead their best lives.
Maybe that’s just what it comes down to: I’m working.