Journal Entry 11.9.23

Maps can be made and maps can be followed. I used to love reading maps because they indicated where I could go. They held no answers. They made no promises. They reported elevations and distances, but the journey would be mine. The weather, the companionship, the difficulties would all be determined during the journey. Some made vague promises or threats, “No data for this area”, “Dragons lie beyond these mountains”, or drawings of imagined sea creatures, but they provided no answer.

I am beginning to make of map of myself. I will make the map as I travel through these forests and across these oceans. I will discover the map as I go. I will see who follows.