Here we are.

It’s my birthday.

36 years old.

5 months before I leave on this magical adventure.

I’m ecstatic.

I’m terrified.

I’m excited.

I’m trusting in my intuition to lead me on a journey I’ve only just decided to take, and yet a journey that has been calling my soul forward for decades.

I am leaving the US.

Going forward without a real plan other than my starting point in Costa Rica which feels perfect and on purpose…

Unless I think too hard in which case it just feels…

Vast.

But that’s part of this journey this Brisket, my 7 month old mini Australian Shepherd/travel partner, and I are about to embark on.

This is a journey of the soul.

A freed spirit walking the earth.

I honestly feel in my gut that we may end up leaving for Costa Rica and simply end up moving there and staying.

But the plan is to explore the earth.

Nice, France is calling my heart.

Southern Italy is as well.

But this is the magic of this gift I’ve been given.

The dream I’ve worked for 10 years to make a reality.

The opportunity to wander.

And, in the name of new adventures, I am creating this new blog to share my beautiful unfolding with you.

A week ago, the night I returned home from Cuba I had a dream.

In that dream I was in an airport and there was a terrorist attack.

Several men in black took control of the airport.

And I was executed on my knees, square between the eyes.

Shot dead.

I experienced death.

I died.

Killed off.

Since that dream I have been in such a state of gratitude and peace.

I feel as though I have been reborn.

Given a blank slate from which to create a new piece of life art.

A new opportunity to express what it means to be a dreamer.

To be love.

To live my most beautiful life.

And I won’t squander it.

Or give it away to those unworthy of its gentle beauty.

But I will share it with you.

Here.

In whatever awkward, thoughtful, and authentic way I can.

These will be my stories.