I'm going on a new adventure

This moment feels like a familiar tremble in the chest - the kind that shows up right before the leap. I’ve felt it before: on the edge of a cliff, belaying into a canyon, or pressing “send” on an email that changed everything. That mix of fear, thrill, and curiosity - it’s addictive. And it’s how I know I’m headed in the right direction.

This new adventure isn’t just about geography. Sure, there will be movement - new places, fresh air, long days with dirt under my nails - but more than that, it’s about expansion. A widening of self. I’m chasing the parts of me I haven’t met yet.

I don’t have a roadmap. Only a few clues, a strong gut feeling, and a stack of notebooks. I’ve learned not to over-plan these things. The real growth lives in the unpredictable spaces - the conversations with strangers, the detours, the moments when plans fall apart and something better emerges from the rubble.

What I do know is this: I want to create. I want to listen more deeply. I want to let discomfort shape me into someone braver, calmer, and more open. I’m carrying my camera, my climbing gear, a few books, and a stubborn hope that what I find out there will echo something I’ve been trying to remember all along.

If you're reading this and feeling your own pull toward something different - whether it's a literal trail or just a shift inside- I hope you'll honor it. Adventures aren’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes, they begin in a whisper. A quiet yes.

This is mine.