Sometimes I feel like Gretel. You know, the one from "Hansel and Gretel"- the children's story book tale. But instead of breadcrumbs littering the path behind me, showcasing where I've been- it's men. Men that fell too short, a minute late. Relationships that showcase the woman I've become and the respect I've always known to demand- except that these days I've gotten a lot better at holding my ground. I've never been easy to handle. I'm not a passive woman. I am a flame. The warmest sanctuary- if you're smart. The angriest burn if you're not. My heart is not something I take lightly, all though I do wear it on my sleeve. I am quick to trust, quick to open, quick to love. Because for me; loving is easy. Love is what I am made to do, why hold such a beautiful thing back? But just because I am quick to allow worlds into my heart does not mean it is an easy place to stay. I am not a passive woman. If you want to call me home, well, you treat your home right. Water it well. Clean up after your mess. Cultivate and encourage it's beauty. Love is what makes a home- home. So I feel like Gretel; because I never settle down. And I'm not afraid to seek what's down my path and take wrong turns and make mistakes... because I have a trail of breadcrumbs to look back on where my heart has traveled and remind me why I am traveling this far. Love should be everything. If it's not a fuck yes- it's a hell no. And that will be my motto for everything I ever do for the rest of my life. Get on board, or jump ship- this girl is no one's first mate. I'm captain.
//: on travel
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