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Montana
Week one — A Recap
I arrived here one week ago today. My head has been spinning attempting to adjust and adapt to the constant life changes which have presented themselves on this “eat, pray, love” mecca as I keep referring to it. I have been greeted by the strong and independent women of Montana with fierceness, honesty, and loving kindness. They have willingly offered me an open ear and the kind of tough love I came here for.
Rewind one week ago I was driving across the country questioning my entire life’s decisions. I felt like I was in a brain fog and to be honest I had no idea what I was doing.
I knew I was running. I’ve always been a runner. Sometimes I’m running from things. This time I was running to. Back to myself. To the heart and soul and spirit of a tough young girl before she allowed the world to tell her who she was, and what jobs she should take on that were never really hers to begin with.
This chapter of my life is about unlearning. Unlearning all of the patterns, coping mechanisms, and jobs that my family, partners, or society told me were mine before I could decide for myself.
This chapter I breathe in intentionality, and exhale the ways of the past that are no longer serving me.
This chapter I am becoming. Becoming more of who I truly am. Becoming what I came here to be. And unbecoming anything that requires me to play small, to stifle my voice, to shrink. This chapter I am unapologetically taking up space…
