Things are falling into place.
Few of my ‘plans’ have worked out in seven months.
Re-route. Re-route. Re-route.
Back to Square one.
I’m going back to Florida tomorrow.
I’m flying to Mexico the following morning.
It doesn’t matter anymore… All I know is that I’ll be fine once I’m in motion.
I doubt myself sometimes when I’m here.
Except for when I talk to my parents. And I have to believe in myself, for their sake.
Which is really trusting the universe.
I trust it. And now I feel different.
I found a boat tonight.
It doesn’t matter if this one works out. I’m going. And I trust the universe.
Thank you! I am eternally grateful for all you’ve done for me, always and forever.