So Prague happened.
And then Wales, France, and Amsterdam....
And cutting off all my hair. And a lot of writing, and movies, and learning new things, and crying and laughing. There have been a few of those times when everything seems like it can't get worse, and a few of those times when you feel so incredibly powerful and happy and fierce and like you can make things go your way and you're so glad to be who you are and doing what you're doing.
It's funny looking at my last blog post, and thinking about all the things that have happened between then and now. I'm going to try to focus on the present (it's a new thing I'm trying), but a few things from the past 8 months will surface, like the past usually does.