On the other side of anxiety, things look a lot different. And I hate to simplify things too much (and cross my fingers--with all my might--hoping that it's not all just wishful thinking), but I do feel like the answer was so very simple. In the past several months, I have found myself happier than I have ever imagined and in the middle of an enthusiastic project. I really have imagined the silliest of dreams, including speeches of great importance, but I never imagined myself as an artist. Like a real, honest to goodness artist. Hm. I've loved art my entire life, but anything I can do, someone else can do much better. Well, that was the nagging thought. Yet, very unexpectedly, I find myself in a place that feels very close to (inhale) there. My only goal is a selfish one, to maintain my current state of happiness at all costs. In the meantime, I wish to share the best of myself with as many people as possible. "Into the Mountains" is my first collection, still in the works but exceedingng my own expectations. My brain is constantly fluttering, and for once, the aftershocks are positive. Where it will be seen first is still unknown, but I do believe it is the best I have to offer--thus far. It is also my first self-motivated project of my own voice, and for that reason, maybe the first of any importance at all. xoxo