Reflections on something glorious
When I last wrote, I was on the eve of an adventure of a lifetime. The anticipation of returning to a place that I hold dear in my heart and the thrilling thought of seeing new places that have only lived in my imagination, fuelled my enjoyment of preparation. This adventure was fanning the embers of excitement and delight that had long lain dormant within me; there is a purity of joy that comes with feeling free, being curious, and beholding beauty. Childlike energy, fascination and wonder are hard to capture as an adult. The inevitable progression of growing up is taking responsibility and handling life pressures. Throw on top of that, other peoples expectations and circumstances you never planned for can make for heavy life loads that steal your joy and put you on the treadmill of mundane but necessary adulting. This is a reality of being an adult, but it doesn’t mean circuit breakers aren’t possible. I’ve come to appreciate that being intentional about making space for time to...