I remember sitting outside on the balcony at the beach last August in the heavy afternoon air, stress eating chocolate and crunching numbers on the calculator on my phone as it hit me that my plans to spend my fall volunteering in Bangkok might not work out after all. My flight was less than two weeks away, and I still had well over $2,000 to raise.
As I sit here typing, I’m finding it hard to grasp the right words to convey the depth and the sincerity of my gratitude.
I watched as good friends, people I’d met once, and people I’d never met, rallied together to support me. There’s nothing quite like the generosity of strangers to restore my hope in us, humans.
I want to share one of my most treasured memories from that trip with you. It seemed insignificant at the time, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot this year.
I was playing outside with one of the kids whose mom works with the ministry where I was volunteering. She’s a special kid and we’d grown pretty close. She picked a handful of weeds from the hot sidewalk and ran over to show me how “swy” (beautiful) they were.
There’s brokenness all around us. And a lot of beauty, too: the curve of an old friend's grin, the type of love that makes you feel like a giddy child again, the resilience of someone facing impossible circumstances. The strength of a woman who’s endured more pain than I can fathom, but who rises up each day in dignity and strength and love. The eyes of a child who has seen bad things, and still sees beauty in a handful of weeds.
There’s beauty in brokenness. In mine. And in yours. I don’t want any of it to go unnoticed. I want to dance in the sun and celebrate the fact that we’re met and heard and known and accepted exactly as we are.
You can read testimonies of the women I had the chance to work with here, more about the bar outreach we did here and here, and follow my adventures on Instagram as I get ready to go back to visit very soon! :)
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I write mostly about the places I visit and the people I meet. I love to write for the same reason I love to travel: because it teaches me a new way of seeing the world.
Other things I love: thrift shopping, sustainable fashion, big sunglasses, deep conversation, a good book, digital marketing, messy hair, planes, poetry, hot tea + long distance running.
This blog is about saying yes to the things that make you feel alive. It’s about rolling with the punches and embracing uncertainty because not everything will be smooth sailing. A life of adventure is full of challenges but I think it's worth it. Here's to saying yes to adventure, whatever that looks like for you.
Thank you so much for reading and experiencing this journey with me! :)
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