Waiting for the spark of an idea, a prompt, and maybe some inspiration to put all my feelings down in this journal.

Home, what does that word mean to me? I used to think of home is where you lay your head at night, in the same location day after day. But I have come to understand that’s not entirely true for me. Home isn’t a place but a feeling.

I believe home is being able to be present in your body, mind, and feel at peace in those moments or time periods, no negative self talk, just acceptance, reminding myself it’s okay to feel good, pleasantly tired at the end of a day. Pleasantly tired because I feel I have moved forward down my path in so many different ways, feels great to be moving again after feeling stuck, and stagnant.