I miss waking up to hot air balloons in Sonoma. I miss the amazing lightning storms in South Dakota. I miss the sound of hail on our roof of our camper. I miss traveling with my whole being.
Guys, please fight for your joy. Being miserable is the easier thing to do. But creating a space in this world where joy belongs to you is amazing. And that’s worth fighting for
I refuse to go anywhere I’m not invited. I just think that “you’re always invited” is such an empty gesture & I’d never invite myself. If you wanted me there you’d invite me, simple as that.