Wednesday, April 6, 2022

When you open the door, you can see

 The snowy rainy mix continues. Maybe the forced time inside makes my wanderlust stronger. I think about what I don’t have control of; weather and time. 

I have this urgency around traveling. Thoughts like I don’t know what the future is except uncertain.

I do know my life can change absurdly fast and very slowly. War, the aging process, the shock of pandemic, sudden losses.  My new conclusion is go now. Don’t wait for a “better” time. Nepal taught me to expect the unexpected…daily! When you open that door, you can see. 

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