anchors away (or, these roots were made for travellin')

tranquillement je me déracine.

i'm pulling my roots and steppin' out ~ transionning from being at the centre of the action, of a network of friends and ideas, a place and neighbourhood, and a web of community to having one foot in and one foot precariously perched in the unknown. my anchors are lifting; the security of my job, my apartment, the cozy hub of friendships and family, the familiarity of montreal, of canada. and now the shift from being in a romantic relationship to being the sole proprietor of the Freedom 35 plan. these roots were made for travellin'! it is the soil around my roots that is too heavy to bring with me. i leave the soil, so carefully nurtured, so others can plant their seeds.

my anchors are lifting, and the only thing to do is sail. on my own terms, at my own pace. so i plan my trip to india. creating the contours of a new phase of my life.

finding my pace of grace.