I used to always want a plan. And once I had one, I didn’t allow myself to deviate from it. Even if it felt totally wrong in the moment, it was the plan! I had to follow through.

I’ve been learning to both plan and let go simultaneously. Creating a plan, a step by step idea of how it’s going to go, only to throw it all out and start again.

I am the water bearer. A physical representation of the oceans I come from.

Water does not follow a plan. Water ebbs and flows. As I am learning to as well.

It slowly builds up in the form of a wave, only to crash down and destroy itself to make something new again.

So I create, destroy, and create again. Just as the ocean does.