You know that feeling when your favorite song comes on the radio? When the sun hits your face just right? When you laugh so hard you have to catch your breath? When you scream at the top of your lungs on a roller coaster, in the car, or on the edge of a mountain?

It’s called being present. Being alive. Just, Being.

It took me a long time to find that sense of “being” within myself. Or rather, to find myself at all. And the journey has been brutally beautiful; traversing a full-spectrum of human emotions and experiences. Despite the hard work of learning from these adventures, I’ve come to find joy in writing about them as well.

So, welcome. To my not-so-private personal journal. At least, I think that’s what it is. I’ve re-invented it so many times over the years, who’s to say. I like to think that somewhere along the line, at least a few people have found a sense of connection or understanding in these “pages.”

I’ve yet to figure out my purpose or what I’m supposed to be doing with my time here on Earth, but somehow this feels right. A place to lean into that “just being;” that unexplainable rightness.