First Step in the Journey

Hey! My name is A.K. and I’m going on a journey. Physically and spiritually. This blog is the record of that. The physical journey starts in a month or two from now. The spiritual journey has already begun. It began a while ago actually. Physically, I’ll be glad to move from where I’ve been: Utah. I miss home: California. But I’m not ready to go back there, I guess. At least, the Universe doesn’t think I am. So, I’m going to see the world. Starting with seeing the United States. Maybe Canada and Mexico. Basically, a giant, year-long road trip. It should be interesting, given the current climate of the country, and how I present myself: Masc Non-Binary AFAB. Not to mention, I’ll be going on this journey with my fiancé who is a Black woman.

I have some hesitations about what we might encounter, but mostly I’m excited. While we travel, we’ll be working on a graphic novel we’re collaborating on. This is the most excited I’ve ever been about a project. We’re creating a whole Universe, with different planets and such. But it’s also about trauma and healing and growth. It’s a truly amazing project that we’ve been workshopping/working on for a couple months and we’re super excited to really get going on it. The first thing I need to do is get a better laptop. The next thing is get to cleaning and packing. I have to go through all my shit and decide what stays and what gets donated, or trashed if it can’t be used. Then I decide what goes traveling and what stays at home base. I have a lot of shit to go through. This is no easy task. But it will be well worth it.

The spiritual journey I’m going on will be worth it as well. It is one of healing and growth. Mostly healing from the trauma inflicted from or because of my mother, then the trauma from her death and the shit that’s happened since then. I was in a deep fog for like a decade. I just went with whatever. Didn’t stand up for myself or anything. I didn’t care enough to notice what was going on around me. Even after my mom passed. I didn’t care about anything. I started waking up about a year ago. And I’m continuing to clear the fog away. Now, though, I’m starting to heal and grow along the way.

I hope that you’ll take this journey with me. Maybe you have some healing and growing of your own to do. Or, maybe you just want to read my curse-filled ramblings. Either way it will be entertaining. Stay tuned.

-A.K.

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