Today, I’m writing to you from a cute little coffee shop in North Conway. The sky is bright and clear. The air is crisp and freshly fallen leaves blanket the sidewalks. The colors are unreal. Brilliant yellows. Blazing reds. Bright oranges. Being so far from home, tucked away before sweeping mountain views, I can’t help but revel in how grateful I am for my life. For where I am in this exact moment. It was only three years ago that I was a tiny spec on the map of America, puttering my way through the lush beauty of the state of Oregon on the road trip that would change my...
How Not to Live Your Life {Unless You Want to Be Successful AND Free}
