Mission Complete

Empire state of mind in the concrete jungle of New York City,
Sunset at the top of the rock.

Lately I haven't had the passion for many things. So writing an inspirational post for my readers when I have barely enough passion to travel has been difficult.

I usually don't have writers block but for the past few weeks every time I sit in front of my computer with tea easily accessible I want to do everything & anything but write. I'll chug my tea like it's a girls night out then get up and make another round.I'll think about the witty comments I could of said at the bar last night, or what it's going to be like when I get home.

Homeee. I never knew one word could bring so much comfort yet so much distress to my state of mind.

This exact time last year I was packing my bags. As the morning of April 24th quickly approaches it's making me feel more and more... well to be honest I don't know how that makes me feel exactly. 

A little fulfilled yet distraught? 

It's these insignificant dates that allow us to focus on a significant thing - making us only recognize on the specific day?
( Does that even make any sense? It does for me... ) 

February 14th, December 25th. We should show affection to our partners every day not just on Valentines and we should reflect on our religious views and see family more than once a year at Christmas .

It's like these dates have control of us, why make one day just so special?

I was thinking... if someone dies we are filled with sadness, correct? Time passes and it does get easier but once the anniversary comes around it fills us with the memories and it's sometimes the hardest day of the year.

It makes us realize how much we have accomplished and how far we've had to climb.

So I guess it's this 1 year anniversary thats playing with my mind. 1 year since I left the comfort and security of my hometown for the world...

 My backpack and I creating memories together for one whole year. 

I have the ultimate reflection with the title of '1 year anniversary'. Obviously I've been reflecting more in depth than usual. To think I stand 10 thousand + miles to where I was last year today. The physical and mental distance.

For the past 4 years I've battled with depression, eating disorders, bullying, heart break, compulsive behavior. Sadness.

I've been running a race for the past 4 years and it've been brutal sometimes I don't know how I'm here. But I am. Today I crossed the finish line. Everything that I have ever been through, every fucking thing that broke me and tore me apart is gone. It's out of my life. I've concurred it all and I have a story to tell.

Prior to writing this post I read my journal from last year I skipped to today. The opening line was Current Mission: Cliche journey of finding myself by traveling the globe.

Today my journal entry was 2 simple words. 2 words that gently poured from my lips... Mission Complete.

It's ironic that I lived all those years without knowing who I was. 
It's sad that people can live their whole life not knowing who they are.
What's the worst is that some people know who they are they just don't take inactive to be themselves. 

If theres only one thing I can take out of being a human being on planet earth it is to live a life I want to live. I will surround myself with positivity, stand up for what I believe in and be the change that I wish to see in the world.

Because our life is a series of missions waiting to be completed. 
You may as well enjoy them.