Come what may

Come what may

There's that saying "Do something once a day that scares you". I think I've been doing that for so long now that what scares me the most is slowing down and taking it easy. I guess once that happens that means I'll have to pick up the pieces of whatever is left and go from there. Hopefully there will be enough pieces left to salvage, and at least I'll have some stories to tell. But I am starting to think maybe I'd be quite content with a life not so unsettled.

Going completely against that recent epiphany, I've ended up back in Australia. I've had $50 Australian cash in my wallet since I left a year ago and I guess now I can finally spend it.

Bit of a side note: Along with the 'come what may' tattoo across my chest, this crazy life has left me with an entire rib cage littered with not-so-nice-looking scars and knife wounds. Please cover with more tattoos if possible. Thank you.

(I feel awful because I forget the name of the photographer that took that picture years ago - but you are great)