This is a strange age. For the longest time I thought everything in my life was pretty much figured out and under control. What I wanted to do, where I wanted to do it, and who I wanted to do it with. But it's not. Nothing is. Everything that was "figured out" has slowly been crumbling down and it's scary and exciting and kind of sad. Anything new usually means letting go of something old. And I'm doing a lot of that these days. Old ideas, values, possessions, people. I'm told I'm young, and I'm finally accepting that. Kind of. Being stubborn hasn't been working out great. I think I'll just let things happen.
My week in Dublin was the pinnacle of what I've been calling the "strange age" and now I'm open to anything, really. It was full of highs and lows and ended a few days earlier than anticipated. Luckily it's easier to remember the highs, so I'm left with good memories. The last day was especially sunny and was very hot and I was wearing all black and felt like my jeans were melting. I had the best latte at the Fumbally that day. My last night there was one of the funnest and I only even remember two thirds of it – in a good way. Some lovely people made sure I had fun and was taken care of during my week in Dublin and I thank them all. They make me want to go back. But not quite yet because I'm off to Colombia now. And off to do yoga and focus on myself for a while. I promise, S. Vx