February 1st was an important day.
It is the 32nd day of the year. According to my horoscope (hear me out, cynics), 5 is my number this year. 3+2 makes 5. A friend told me last year that number 5 came to her when she was in prayer, along with the image of me.
February 1st is also 333 days until the end of the year. In numerology, 333 symbolises abundance, harmony and love❤️
February 1st of this year, was my first day back in the Melting Pot. It was also the one year anniversary of this blog. So cheers to you, Dear Reader, for joining me on my global adventures 🥂
I started this blog to share with my friends and family, the random things that happen as I travel, and to occasionally impart some wisdom through the Fellow Wanderer entries 🦉
But this past year, you have joined me across 4 continents, held my hand as I tackled steep learning curves, and got a small glimpse into the mysterious corners of the mind.
Thank you for sticking with me 💪
As I follow the soft petals, the loving scents, bright colours, and mystical sounds of the universe, I continue to explore the infinite tunnels of hope and depths of challenges.
I seek a triangle to place in the sharp squares around me, but instead find a circle, and today I'm feeling the farthest from the centre...
There goes that symbolism again, you should know me by now... 🙃
Two years as a nomad, 3 as a traveller.
The rise of a feeling
So much change. So much novelty. Fun that I'd have never known, had I not defied all odds and finally quit my toxic job.
Peace in Pokhara
The "introvert", the "shy" girl. Labels that I always resented.
Yea. No.
Had I not made the choice to leave behind familiarity, stability and comfort.
To instead force myself to find a home away from home.
To cross the vast expanses of chaotic beauty in our world, passing beautiful chaos at every stop.
To have made so many mistakes. Not regrets, but rather errors of the heart.
Until finally realising that home can only be found within my Wandering Soul.
Acceptance is still in progress...
But step by step, across the meadow of thorns in my mind, I approach a place of stillness.
The journey will continue forever, passing the shadows and stars of the night, through the leaves and calm waters of the days.
And as I keep at my incessant gallivanting, in whatever capacity that may be, I invite you, Dear Reader, as my plus one.
Let's continue the adventure 🦋🦋🦋
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