As I make my way through the doors to the infinite land of stories I know one thing: I’m without a doubt walking out of here with a new romance book. You see, before the end of last year I never cared to read any kind of romance book. My go to was non-fiction books. But while reading books like Fear by Thich Nhat Hanh and How To See Yourself As You Really Are by the Dalai Lama helped me look more inward, they did not reveal how to see myself with a hot and humble sea captain in a cute Washington fishing town…

The highway that runs from my mind to paper is a long one. I miss a few exits here and there, but most importantly I’m still driving.

It’s easy to go out to eat dinner, but there’s magic in preparing food for the people you love. The conversation that dances throughout the room, the music that flows around us, and the smells of the food bring us together. 

This night showed me a lot about surrendering to things I don’t know because when you get there you can always walk away, but you won’t know unless you show up. 

It felt like an eternity, submerged in my own overwhelmed thoughts about how I was somehow behind in my life. It sounds absurd saying it out loud, but I really did feel stuck. I could see other people living the lifestyle I craved to get back to. Meanwhile, I was going into an office every morning and then going to classes in the evening.