About 2 weeks ago, I was walking along, to or from work I think. The thought struck me like a bolt from the blue that this was life. That this seemingly “ordinary” moment or string of moments was living, was me being me in this world, in London, in the present. Not trying to be me. Not trying to be anyone else either. Just being. It was a good place to be. A really liberating thought. This is what life looks like for very unique me I thought and that got me pretty excited. And I wanted to share that. That for each of us, in that very moment, who we are, what we’re doing is valid. We often don’t believe that, don’t believe in the integrity, the worth of ourselves. That’s an error. This blog will be my thoughts on living in London at a time such as this. It may use photos or borrow musings from others to illustrate.