A Reflection: Take My Hand and Don't Ever Drop It

Wanderlust. A word that many of us are familiar with, and yet there is so much more to it. By the dictionary, it means a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about. 

    Maybe it’s the summer talking or meeting someone new but I’ve been feeling wanderlust for a while now. Even before all these things started happening, I had always wanted to be a part of something bigger and travel for it. But this post is so much more than that.

    This past week, it’s been a rollercoaster of thoughts and daydreams, never expecting a thing but only having hopes for more. I’ve learned that wanderlust isn’t just about traveling but it’s also having that desire in someone. Meeting someone and going through this period of wanting, infatuation, and more, it’s always so refreshing. It doesn’t even have to be someone you take a love interest in. It’s about a new beginning and having different adventures. It’s also about testing your limits.

    Last week, I finally allowed myself to let go and allow someone to come into my life. It’s hard for me as we all already know. Allowing someone to come into my life and do as they please is one of the scariest things because I’ll never know what impression they will leave on me. So far, this weeks adventure has tested my anxiety, limits, and what I am capable of. I’ve also been put in my place when I have wronged them. This person has been so kind to me and honestly, I feel as though I do not deserve it especially after I had consistently put my defenses against them. But… this person has also eased it all. They eased my heart. They’ve taught me more.  

    Wanderlust is about adventure and I’m having adventures of my own. I am finally letting go and allowing myself to enjoy someone’s presence without feeling guilty or as if I have to prove myself. So thank you for easing my heart and pushing me outside of my comfort zone. But also, thank you for respecting me and my choices when I say no. Although I may seem unreasonable at times, you haven’t picked up your things and left me to stand on my own. I still don’t know why but I’m so grateful you didn’t. Will you please hold my hand throughout this journey while we have right now?




Photo Credit: Averie Woodard