My dearest friends,

It’s been a long week. Tuesday felt like Thursday and the days kept rolling. I write from a bar in a strange small town not far from the one I’ve been calling home. Who’s to say how I really ended up here, but it’s a most welcome change of place.

“Strawberry Wine” by Agela Hacker plays in the background a bit too loud while cans crack and the space fills up with an unfamiliar crowd. I’ve no doubt that the atmosphere will impact the following words, so please, bear with me if you care to. Thank you for being here.

I hope this letter finds you well. To begin with, if there’s only one thing you take from these words let it be a gentle reminder to spare a moment and slow down and breathe, deeply. Do you have what you need? I am in this moment taking inventory of how I feel and a few things I will do once I press send to take care of myself- I encourage you to do the same, before or after reading.

welcome to the first of many letters in the wind. it's not what i expected it to be, but in some ways exactly what it was meant to be. but anywho, buckle your seatbelt cause this one sure jumps on the EAC and then takes a few hard right turns to i-missed-the-exit-cause-you-didn’t-tell-me-in-time, then meanders it's way in a semicircle, backwards and upsidedown, until it finally drops you off back right where you started.