The following is a note I found on my phone from February 12th. As I’ve just begun my solo adventure in Australia, it was a nice hello from my pre-departure self, and a reminder of whose footsteps I want to follow and why.
Whenever I start feeling the weight and dejection of being alone, recounting the times I’ve been left in the dust by whatever now-faceless somebody never looked back, as if I hadn’t existed at all, I remember the women I admire didn’t do great things because someone loved them. They did them because they loved themselves and the world around them. They saw the potential in the space between the wickedness of the world and the people left behind on the side of the road like empty coke cans and ground-in chewing gum. If others weren’t going to fill that space, then they would. And they did.