Birds always follow their invisible compass, towards destinations often unseen.
For the past few weeks, I've been silent, conjuring the next steps in this path that follows my North Star (freedom).
Just like a bird taking their instinctive migratory path, guided by their internal compass, towards a destination they can't see with their eyes.
I'm not a bird, so this feels like flying towards an open, albeit illusionary, open window, but as my feet touch down to the destination, it feels right because it's a bit scary.
Stay tuned as I add video elements to this blog that reflect my point of view in a, hopefully, easier to consume format.
I hope to see you at that open window.