Breathe.

St. Jean Pied de Port, Francia

About six years ago I heard about el Camino de Santiago and immediately knew that I wanted to do it. But with life being as it is, other things got in the way. So now, after all the ups and downs, here I am in St. Jean preparing to embark on this pilgrimage.

I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m scared. And there are all these fears and “what ifs” whirling around in my head. Fears around getting injured or sick. Fears around safety. And the biggest fear of all, what if this thing I’ve been working so hard for isn’t everything I’ve imagined it to be.

But I’m pushing through all those feelings and holding on to the one thing I know to be true. I KNOW that I’m supposed to be doing this right now. So even though it has been a tumultuous journey, it is one of exploration that is being created through spaciousness in my life to dive deeper into uncovering a richer understanding of myself.

I’m so incredibly grateful to have had the opportunity to create that time. I’m grateful for the people in my life who have shown their support. And I’m grateful that I’m strong (or foolish) enough to take such leaps of faith.

I just have to feel the fear and jump anyway.

And I can’t wait to take that first deep breath of assurance on top of a mountain or maybe just a primal scream at the top of my lungs. We’ll see what happens.