False Strength: Coming Home

Three years ago I took a one way flight to Boston.  Seemingly fearless and free, my eyes were wide open and my heart was full of hope.

Although my life on the outside was often beautiful, I still had a hole within my soul.  I did anything I could to fill it- healthy friendships, meditation, sobriety, spirituality, nature, crystals- you name it.  Even the best supports, jobs, or material things left me empty.

What could be wrong?

Looking for fulfillment, I moved all over since 2008- San Francisco, Austin, New York, Chicago, Boston- anywhere I could to live that “city girl” persona.  I spent holidays alone, navigated new cities by myself, and thought I would be happiest single.

I didn’t think I needed love, family, or support.  But that was what I need the most.

It may have taken me over a decade to realize I didn’t have anything to prove to other people- because I know in my heart who I am, what matters, and what I have to offer the world.

Thank you for three beautiful, turbulent, enlightening years, Boston. You helped me learn that I no longer have to run from those who love me, but most importantly, from myself. ❤️

Grateful for this next chapter.

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