Forward is the Motion

Nestled in a mountain cabin, somewhere between books and dialogue, I find comfort in the stillness of unfamiliar surroundings. Last years fever breaks and my exhale, finally, feels natural. In this safe haven, my reflection is recognizable, time passes gently and tea never grows cold. Head-to-toe in something super soft by Cotton On Body , I dip in and out of sleep. Waking up on love’s shoulder only to spend time playing scrabble by the fire and drink rye before noon. Here, I am reminded that happiness is our birthright and this kind of freedom , something worth fighting for. It is a New Year and I’m shifting the paradigm. Changing the way I think...