Category: meditations
-
best man, best woman
To the man who knows it all: The good, the bad, and the downright ugly. The one into whose ear I’ve rambled endlessly— from the mundane to the deeply joyous, to the crushingly painful. The one who witnessed my lowest point, then celebrated every small victory on my way back up— and beyond. The one…
-
solo
Here’s the thing I love most about traveling solo: After nearly four weeks in Tanzania, today is the first day I’m not within earshot of a familiar, friendly face. —not gonna lie, the separation anxiety is real. And that says a lot— Though that’s only half the truth: A massive thank you to the dude…
pollyhristova 