I took this picture at Chapman’s Peak, just a few days before watching one of my closest friends get married. The fog rolled in so quickly we could barely see our hands in front of us. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it dissipated, burned away under the sun’s waning rays. It was March, the end of summer in South Africa, and the air on my skin felt like a warm hug. I lagged behind the rest of the group, staring off into the horizon, and I felt deeply then: if I wanted a different kind of life, I would have to change.
I could write a long list of things I’ve learned this year, but it would be tedious and unnecessary. I’ve spent most of 2012 becoming the person I know I am supposed to be. I suspect 2013 will be more of the same.