Jan 1, 2021
My Path
I feel a pull to a small little house inside of a snowy town. I want to entertain, I want to nest. I want to work and work and work on little projects and then present them to the world. I don’t want to be fearless, but I want to be able to turn off the voice in my head contemplating failure. I want a quiet little spring spot full of green plants and little flowers. I want the smells of the California winter and a Minnesota summer. I want to have friends over to talk about life, politics, gossip and put together puzzles in front of a fireplace. I want the uncomfortable push to realize my path, but I’m afraid I might be running away from it.
