Stepping Out, Riding Slow

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 As I sit here in Serbia writing this post, on the toilet, seriously, I'm nervous...hence why I'm sitting on the toilet 😨.  But I have to, I have to make the first step, out.  I have to put one foot in front of the other and get on Csiga, my bicycle, and ride out, nice and slow.  This will be my first time crossing a border with Csiga; I've crossed many borders, by bus, by car, by taxi, not by bicycle.  And so, I'm a little afraid, very nervous. But, I'm also excited and this is what guides me.

     Also, something new for me is my knowing that my soulmate is here, very near, I feel them.  The path is visible and now all I need to do is be patient.  Ah, patience.  I pray for them that they have the strength to also take first steps, towards me.

Love, Tammi

AnamoLe 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚


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