It was a very ordinary day, the day I realized that my becoming is my life and my home
and that I don’t have to do anything but trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the journey. It doesn’t really matter who I’ve become by the finish line, the important things are the changes from this morning to when I fall asleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with. My identity appeared, my body and mind became one being. The day I saw the flowers and learned how to turn my daily struggles into the most extraordinary moments. Moments worth writing about. For so long I let my life slip through my fingers, like water. I’m holding on to it now, and I’m not letting go. There are going to be times when you learn more about the world you’re entering and feel defeated when you see the gap between the ideal and the reality. But that’s something we’ll all face. The people that face those obstacles and overcome them are people whose dreams come true.