For the amount of time I’ve spent in a bed with a multitude of symptoms cascading over my body, it’s awful impressive the amount that I’ve done with my life. It seems like my dreams are just folding into each other, fueling the next one, rocketing it into space to manifest an entire planet of wonder. To say I’m impressed with all that my body has endured and struggled through and overcome would be a gross understatement. To say I’m in awe of my mind, my spirit, my resourcefulness to turn my dreamer dust sparkle into stars, would be a distortion on the colorful truth I see in myself.

I gave the Himalayas quite the show for 60 + miles, dancing and singing with the wide open mouth of a little girl in a yellow hoodie. She loves to be big & loud & take up space, yet has come across plenty of people that try to shrink & shush her wacky, spontaneous, excitable self for the mere petty reason that she makes them uncomfortable.

Most of what I’ve done in my adult life is for that little girl. For the multitude of dreams she had growing up. For the somersaulting glitter joy in her gut with every new and powerful experience. For the light of her own eyes reflected in someone else’s that truly saw her. I feel as though my curiosity and desire to see all of this world has gifted me with the ultimate childhood. Perhaps that’s the point: to find the little you and make all of her dreams come true. to light up her life with the brightest and most magnificent of all treasure hunts. To you, my yellow hoodie mountain princess, I will always celebrate you. 👑