There are so many days when insidious thoughts run through my mind. I can feel them creeping up and I do my best to shove them away but inevitably they resound in my head, clear as a bell. I hear: “What’s the point?”
Even if the meal you make isn’t Instagram-worthy or the blog post you write only graces your boyfriend’s computer screen, it’s out there. You created something, and in the act, you start to shed the mist and emerge from the fog.
I remember when the idea of traveling the world seemed so intangible, so far away, that it was a fantasy I believed only touchable by the truly brave and brazen.