As we roll through the Icelandic plains, I realize our sojourn is almost over. Mossy rolling hills sidle up against fields of brown grass. Juxtaposing rich life with unceremonious death by fire. It has only been 3 days, and yet, I can feel that I’ve turned a sharp corner. My late 20’s have brought a sense of self that I was worried would never come. A sureness, a blanket of security. I need not worry about maximizing today because the natural flow of the river will take me on my journey. Tomorrow shall come and I will be okay then too. The mad dash to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and push others to squeeze with me is dissipating slowly. I can build community while following the beat of my own drum. I do not require isolation nor leadership to move forward. Each day my heart goes stronger The days feel longer Those old manic nights That raced my heart to new heights Now feel all the wronger I’m awake and I have you to thank My eyes are clear I no longer curse the world or myself Those wasted hours have made life all the sweeter I take a bite Feel the crunch on my teeth And that tart juice on my tongue There is beauty everywhere Just had to open my eyes and see That it was always me That would lead us home I’ve endured What once lured No longer sings the same relieving tune Enrichment now calls There’s so much to explore And feel and touch and breathe I am here I have at once, finally, arrived.