full sails and painted toe nails.

There is something cathartic about leaving.

Not running or hiding.

Just the act of leaving. I think it's about freedom and the ability to move forward regardless of where 'forward' is. Especially in good company, but even with no company. Often, it gives physical form to what I feel I am doing in a more holistic sense.

So I've painted my toe nails for the wedding I'm going to. The wedding came at a perfect time for changing the color. It's silly and totally ridiculous, but it always makes me feel like I'm moving into a new season when the color on my toes gets changed. Possibly to the point that, when I am really ready to move on and out of a particularly burdensome or old season... I go home, shower, and paint my toes.

Here I am. Moving from gold to white. Whatever that means, I think it is best to decide after I am there. Too often we focus so much on the leaving that we do not take time to prepare for the act of coming that must follow. And for a blessed change, I am peaceably excited for whatever that is.

For now: road trip!