my blog has gotten intense. i just needed to openly recognize this. Ok.
from the london book: The london book is my journal from london. It represents my life's rebirth coming out of its pages.

yesterday i tried to see how long i could go with no shoes on. not because i dont like shoes, but because i care what no one thinks except for me and god. my life is my own now. not owned by people who think they know better than my own soul what is best for me. i walked from my home in the connection all the way to campus. then i saw people i knew...YES. Please ask me where my shoes are. No one does. i see MustLoveTravel. she has taught me so much-her natural goodness lifts me. she taught me how to give other people the control, and that just loving ever single second of life is the way to live it. and that i dont need travel to feel inspired. i can find it within myself. next, i go to the HFAC. the world of driven artists in the sea that swallows you into its storm. i am walking. the feel the weight of it, but it is exterior to me. I float in my orb, one step at a time. My feet press t he cold hard stones and i straighten my back and neck, and i am free. I pull the worlds weight from me in the form of 300lb foot wear. This is a big deal.

Then, i see this boy in the wilk next to the jamba juice. "where are your shoes?" FINALLY. take that....no shoes. totally weird and awesomely unexpected. love me for who i am dang it. vulnerable, imperfect, and shoe-less. if you cant-get lost. accept me world. accept what i have to offer you or take nothing from me. I am not an angel. i am a person. a real person.