I think you learn a lot about yourself when you’re waiting on the pending explosion that’s projected to take out your island. I always thought I was a fighter. Warrior style maybe like the Dothraki, and I think I could be if it got to that. But I’ve learned I am peaceful. More than I originally thought. I can sit with myself in dying moments and appreciate what I’ve got and what I’ve done. I didn’t think I was there yet. I didn’t think I’d grown that much. But now I know I’ve reached a place in myself I didn’t quite think possible. And I’m grateful. Grateful to know myself in a new way. Grateful to love myself in a new way. Grateful for a second chance to experience and live inside this newfound grace.
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