Whew. Twenty-twenty… What. A. Trip.

It would be ignorant to say that this past year was easy, or that I remain unchanged since twelve months ago. It would be wrong to recall the days past as insignificant, ordinary, or boring. No, the last year has been untamable, but I secretly loved it.

I loved the growth, the people, the sunsets, the spontaneity, and everything in-between. I was enthralled by the beauty of a world slowing down; I embraced the solitude under the quiet blue city skies. I found a creative piece of me I never knew existed, and really got to know her. I discovered that not everyone is meant to be in my life, and that’s okay – we’re all just growing. I unearthed a newfound appreciation for a slow paced life, while the daydreams melted into reality after my move to the mainland. I was in flow.

I accepted, in the best way I could, all of the changes.

All of the turbulence.

All of the mess.

All of the learning and growth.

Twenty-twenty, though only a year on paper, gave me a taste of the strength of my being. The endurance of my soul. The agency, steadiness, and adaptability human kind has.

I hope these photos express the thousands of words that echoed within each moment captured.

With so much love,

M.