January
January was eventful. So many things unfolded—a few firsts and moments for the books. I think that was obviously seen on my instagram feed—there’s beach, mountain and the astounding sunset—all that instagram worthy shots that make people think you are living your best life. So I had to step back. I went off social media twice in a span of a month to reflect and ask myself if that was really my truth. I’ve always tried to be honest with what I feel, but recently I’ve been trying to runaway from my reality. I feel like I did things to escape. I mean, life was okay and there were actually so many things to be grateful about, but there’s this loneliness I feel.This sense of disconnect from the world, from God and ultimately from myself. Truth is, I haven’t been myself lately. And I have spent the month that was trying to reconnect to my core.
But if there’s one thing the past month has taught me that was to accept that being lost and restless are part of the process. Of course it didn’t happen overnight, but I eventually found comfort that there’s growth waiting at the end of this struggle. That I, like the moon, will also go through phases of emptiness to be full again. To quote the brilliant Michelle Obama:
“Becoming is never giving up on the idea that there’s more growing to be done.”












