Find safe places for your heart.
In college I would go to oak street beach in Chicago probably every week. It’s where I went after a break up, to process hard moments in my life, where I would work through my anger, where I would cry. It was a safe place for me. I would walk back and forth on the beach letting the waves come in and crash over my feet. There was an ability to breathe there that became sacred.
This picture was from a visit to LA last year when I went to check out a grad school where I had been accepted. It was a trip to see if that was were I wanted to be for the next couple years. I drove though the city at night, ate amazing food, saw wonderful views, and walked on the beach again, and with all the sweetness I found that as I was walking the beach in LA I worked through that California was not what I wanted, at least not right now.
Walking on the sand, feeling the waves on my feet, that is a safe place for my heart.
Find the spaces that allow you to breathe and process in a way that is kind to your heart.
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