In my imagination, I pulled these harmful questions of uncertainty, insecurity, and distrust from my heart, closed them in the palm of my hand, and threw them off the port side of the vessel. The questions no longer held any purpose in my process of becoming, so I surrendered them to the peaceful bay and said a prayer of gratitude for the propellants they had been. I gave thanks for the shape they had given the current iteration of myself as an adult, a traveler, a human, a seeker, a spirit, an artist, and a writer.
