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I’ve been traveling a lot lately. I think I might be searching for something. Maybe I’m lost or maybe I lost something. To be honest, I’m not sure. It’s nice and at the same time, it’s a (sometimes painful) reminder that I’m really great at walking away from anything within 30 seconds flat.
The saying goes, “… on the wild nights no one can call you home except the one who knows your name.” The things that can call you home are your anchors. They are unique and special, and, at least for me, don’t come along very often. This weekend, I unexpectedly found what I think may be my anchor. The only question is, will I be strong enough to let it keep me tethered?
[…] I’m not sure what conflict to try next… but I sure am searching like crazy to find whatever it is that I lost. […]