still beaming from the weekend. i didn’t expect to come home and lose sleep thinking about it, replaying in my mind all the highlights, moments, and conversations. there wasn’t enough time. and i want to do it all over again.
i am learning that life isn’t found in the black or the white. it’s found in the questions, in the journey for the answers, and in the truth telling. i like it like that.
more self portraits here.