Travel is my drug of choice. Every time I find myself somewhere new, or somewhere I haven’t been in a long time, I’m pushed and pulled. I notice more, I adventure more, I dive into my non-self a little deeper.
Skye did that to me. It pushed my boundaries, and as I drove off the island my last leisurely morning in Scotland, Skye left me with troubling questions:
Can I love at the depth I long to? Will I have the chance?
What am I meant for? What destiny am I creating for myself?
Where do I need to be to grow?
They’re not questions that can be answered in a day or a night. I am required to give them a lifetime, to ask them and answer them over and over again as if twirling in a never-ending dance.
I’m troubled by that and I’m also in love with it. The questions all weigh on my heart.
And all I know is that Skye will draw me back again, when the time is right to ask more of me.