The place in which I’ll fit
by Heather Vandenengel
MAURY ISLAND, VASHON, WA — It has been a long few days of work on the farm and keeping on top of freelance work, plus training runs and a few social gatherings. I’m trying to stay present as much as possible while still daydreaming (and stressing) about the days and weeks (and months and years) ahead. I wrote a post last Friday, but it doesn’t really resonate anymore, and I am exhausted so here are some photos I took on a walk the other night before dinner.
Feeling it: “The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it.” — James Baldwin