Taking A Leap

The last few weeks have been complicated, to say the least. I haven't written much publicly, because it's hard to know what to say without it having a severe affect on other people.

Two weeks ago, I took the biggest leap of faith, something that I never thought I could do. Somehow I found the strength to take my life into my own hands and fight for what I believe in. Yet now, as I write this on a train headed to Munich airport, I am unsure of what lies ahead and whether I can pick myself up from this situation. I've grown strong in the last few weeks, but right now I feel weak, helpless and fearful. Fearful of what the future has in store for me; fearful of whether I am making a mistake; fearful of the rippling reactions that my action could cause.

Finding 'Cris' in Manchester

I was in Starbucks the other day when I saw this on my cup and took the photo. I don't know why, but it seemed pretty fitting right now for where I am in life. Who is Cris? Honestly, who is Chris?

I've been kind of silent for the past few days. My trip to Manchester has been the learning curve that I feel I've needed so far. It's had its really good moments and scarily dark moments, but in this current frame of mind I guess it's expected to have such polar opposite reactions.