Waking up 🌅

One of my favorite conversations happened years ago when I was living in Austin.

I was chatting with a friend about the first time we ever “woke up” to the world and started to remember things.

For me, the memory is sealed in saltwater. I was three or four, swimming with my mom off the coast of Aruba, where we lived briefly. 

I had eaten Fruit Loops that morning and felt a little sick, but even in that haze, I remember how alive I felt in the water.

It was like something inside me clicked on. From then on, I started collecting memories and little snapshots of a life just beginning to take shape.

And to this day, the ocean still feels like home to me. Maybe because, in a way, it was the very first place I truly woke up.

Happy journaling,

Kelsey

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