I'm just about to embark on a path I've not yet taken. Living alone.
When I started considering this decision and the pros begun outweighing the cons I realized the thing that frightens me the most is that space that will reveal itself to me whether I want it to or not. That space where I've got to get really real with myself.
Starting from scratch and designing my •sanctuary• has filled me up with excitement. How important is it to completely construct your life in a way that causes you to love on yourself?
As I've begun filling up boxes with big coffee mugs and fuzzy blankets, I feel a different kind of wholeness. These next few years will be so pivotal in who I will be professionally & emotionally and I'm pretty proud that I am able to recognize how important it is to take care of my heart & fill my life up with simple pleasures. Like fuzzy blankets.