I have a craving to discover that less really is more. I want to sleep beneath the stars and breathe in the desert air, finding space not only with each expansion of my lungs but also between my thoughts.

I crave the ability to slow the f*ck down and give pause to what is constantly on fast forward. That’s when I feel like I can finally breathe into my truest self—when I can slow down enough to be instead of do.

I was 19 and restless—the kind of restlessness that hums under the surface when you know you want more, but aren’t quite sure what it is yet.

It was 2017, and I remember sitting on the living room couch, scrolling endlessly through blogs, YouTube channels, and travel websites. I was searching—for what, I didn’t exactly know.

What are you doing? What have you done? And what are you going to do?

These are the recurring thoughts that occupy the corners of my mind on a frequent basis as a 28 year old. In all honesty, I’ve felt ungrounded for longer than I’d like to admit.