Mostly, summer reminds me to breathe, relax, and just enjoy the existence of, well, life.
I’m grateful for Rwanda because of this. I’m grateful I have a place that helps me benchmark my life, propelling me forward with new dreams, goals, and hopes, mindful of how far I have come.
At some point, you begin to hold all your life together, in one basket, and appreciate it. Honor it. Protect it. I like this part of being an adult. I’m willing to take on that kind of maturity, because it means that I don’t have to isolate one part of me.
Dreary rains pour over me in a sea cluster of grey, black, and colorless shirts. Clicks of business shoe heels […]