Those who have been around the world of Evie for awhile know that this travel obsession started around 2006, yet I'd been in the blogging realm since 2004 with (dare I resurrect the name) evitaspen.com when all I did was spoken word based....and extrememly personal, vulnerable.
With that said....
I'm in a super vulnerable state right now, and I haven't felt this way in a really long time. It's freaking me out. I left the Tribe, in Panama, with a little bit more than I bargained for and my heart is fighting my head. My running shoes are laced up, tied tight, but for some reason the door is locked baracaded and I can't get the f*ck out. I'm in the room searching for windows, planning my escape, only to find out that the only way out, is up. And to get up, I have to rely on the arms, intention, help, protection, and care of someone else here with me. The thing is, there are others at the top who want to play hero. They're yelling down to me, offering to drop rope, ladders, whatever it takes to get me out. Yet, for some reason.....I'm thinking about counting on the arms, intention, help, protection, and care of the one who is down here with me.
If I allow myself to be vulnerable...