This week I’m reflecting on my life

And how far I’ve actually come.

Sometimes I wonder how I even got here.

It feels like just a moment ago, I was living in NYC;

finishing high school, dreaming California dreams.

Now here I am, days from 23, wondering how I’ve survived out here this long.

When there’s a will, there’s a way. I hear this a lot.

This is why I’m such a firm believer in the Universe supporting you 100%.

When you put your intentions out into the world, something happens.

I think if it’s meant to support your purpose, or Dharma, all will be completed.

I don’t know how I’ve lived out here this long.

All I can say is: Hard work, budgeting, and mental strength; a lot of it.

The traveler within reminds me of how long I’ve been living here;

almost 4 years.

It reminds me how I haven’t left the country yet

and how I’ve barely seen any other state other than the ones on the east.

Sometimes that traveler makes me anxious

and reminds me of my Guru

and how I still haven’t found him yet.

I wonder if I ever will.

The thought of that not happening saddens me a bit

even if I know he’s within.

I’ll be 23 soon and even if my thoughts feel like they’re regressing a bit,

I’m not dissatisfied with where I’m at.

Just fidgety about the future

and what it will bring.

I don’t care for surprising moments.

What pokes at me is my growth

and the effort I put into it.

Where will I be next year?

And what will I have learned then?

I can only imagine Now

and what it will bring.

Are these the things you’re supposed to reflect on growing up?

When does it end?

Will it ever?

I imagine the thoughts stopping when my growth does.

This seems like an eternity.

Wondering what you’re doing on this day…

Wishing you a great one,

-Natalia