It's been one month since I arrived to the city of Los Angeles, one month of diving head first into a pool of mystery hoping for clarity to emerge in the process.
To say it's been the most terrifying yet rewarding experience to date would be selling myself short; it's been much more than that.
My eyes, my mind, and my soul have been completely opened, wounded and healed numerously during this vigorous cycle of perseverance.
The word comfort has taken on many different meanings,
During my senior year of high school my AP Psychology teacher had the class take a survey assessing anxiety level and probability for depression disorder. The odds were against me for this; income, job status and living situation were all major attributes to this conclusion.
I was without a doubt an unstable teenager in High School, that part of me will always remain the same. and that's okay. It's lead me to find comfort within myself.
That's the beauty of instability;
the potential for adjustment, growth and self assurance.