*the coolness and composure of a tree…I keep telling myself*
Navigate my way through Bogota, Calcutta, Madrid, Bangkok and Rio de Janeiro…no prob!
Chicago and St. Louis?
My wrists hurt from prolonged and stressed clenching of the steering wheel.
Who knew that the States was never (in the first place) my comfort zone? The surprise of these self-realizations keep me kickin’ and afloat.
Luckily, the struggle is refreshing. And for now I must go back to swimming.
But I’ll be back tonight with the reflections I’ve neglected to type.