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Hi there, and welcome to my blog! With all these changes going on in my life, I decided that I wanted a space where I could embrace the seasons of my life through a creative outlet. It is my hope that I will use this blog to write poetry and personal reflections, and to also post photographs of things I find inspiring. 

Well, like I said, this time of my life is filled with lots of change and uncertainty. From quitting my job, to traveling, to moving to a new place, to trying to put down some resemblance of roots... I've definitely been feeling lost, and just trying to make sense of things. Sometimes, life feels overwhelming and I lose my appetite due to fears, and at other times, I feel incredibly excited and hopeful. Most of all, though, I know that this time of my life is a blessing... I'm close to family, I have so many opportunities for growth at my fingertips, and I get to create a life for myself with my best friend by my side. 

My life is truly a blank canvas right now, but I'm still trying to decide how to paint it.

Recently, I've been thinking of a quote by Sylvia Plath, because I can relate to it so much, as I know so many of us can. 

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

The thing I'm trying to remember, is that there are so many paths to happiness. No matter which fig I choose, I can appreciate the beauty and nourish the love in my life. It's going to be okay.