new ink, shuffled with old.

When you learn to let go, when you learn to just BE.. not talk about it, complain about it, or list it out but sheer simple ACTION - the return is beyond words.

I seem to time my years around my birthday. September will always be a beginning of sorts. The transition. I have high hopes for the fall season year after year and am rarely disappointed.

How much growing up, and growing in can one do in a simple year? I think, once again, I've pushed those boundaries. (That's what they're for anyway right?)

I have never been so at peace with myself. My life. My decisions - ever. So much self reflecting and ass kicking and realization.. I'm thankful.


Namaste.