I've found that over the past few months I've created a sort of mantra for myself. It was totally unintentional, something that just crept up on me and shines a little light when I feel like everything has gone to shit: Step Forward. So simple, right? It is almost comically simple, and yet there in lies the beauty. Sometimes this is the hardest thing in the world to remember, especially when work is getting me down and I am missing New York City, but taking one little step towards what I want, even if it is almost negligibly small, brings me peace and gives me the strength to take another step.
I found this picture I'd taken of my brother in the spring, facing down a massive tree. He's a big guy, but in the picture he looks so small in the shadow of this giant. This is how I am feeling--teeny tiny as I march towards this giant unknown future. And at the same time, I find comfort in this image. I love trees, they are strong and beautiful and full of life. And if that's what I'm walking towards--a big, beautiful, lively unknown--them I'm ok with that. I find peace and solace in that.