Nerves. It’s the only thing that I can think of. I get jitters that crawl through my spine, spread to my limbs, and tingle my extremities. Sometimes they make me giggle and sometimes they make me shrink into myself, absorbed within my own thoughts. living in another country for a few months. That seems like the easy part. It’s funny. When you arrive to a fork in the road the first thing you think of are the people you are leaving behind. And the people you are about to meet. I’m thinking about my mom. Strongest woman in the world, but I would be lying if I told you I don’t worry about her leaving us. Sometimes I just want a guarantee that she’ll be here when I return. But when I told her that I had butterflies about leaving, she told me to follow them. “Follow your butterflies,” she said. Which leads me to my adventure. And at the moment I’m engulfed in the question, “Do you have the same butterflies??” My spirits are high and I’m ready to be vulnerable. To learn more about you…about this…about life. But life isn’t always so kind and butterflies can be intimidating. Not that they are scary, but at any moment can surprise you in ways unexpected. I think I just need someone to hold my hand…and to ask the same questions. Maybe I just need a hug. Well, whatever it is, this trip will only get me one step closer to my inner truth, and sometimes thats all I can hold onto. Deep breaths…the head on your shoulders is ready to gain new insights, and precious stories.
