Misty Mountain Morning

My mind wonders through the valleys and over the peaks of my past and this photo captured the mood of this day of the road trip. I had drunk a lot of red wine the night before and certain conversation had left me in a reactive state. My mind was foggy and all I could see clearly was a few meters in front of me. This reflected what was happening internally. I was unable to see my future clearly now except for what felt like whimsical hopes and dreams. I wasn’t sure if I was being realistic about how things were going to work out for me. I was plagued by self-doubt and insecurity. Was I even capable of making it on my own? The mist surrounded me, and it began to drizzle as I stood on the precipice of the mountain. I was taking a giant leap of faith, and I was handing it all over to the universe. This was either foolish or courageous, or maybe it was both.