On wobbly legs I traveled to the land of the bean with him. With each step I took the ground felt uncertain. I wasn't sure where I was going or what my heart would encounter. I was losing the path I had been traveling on, but I boarded the plane anyway.
This new city greeted us both with sunshine. We made our way to Millennium Park where he slept off the early morning flight and I wandered around. Notebook in hand I found a cozy spot to write and spilled my words onto the page. Opening up, letting go, releasing the fear and worry. Within that park I stumbled upon my path, finding my way again.
I felt the weight of the worry lift from my shoulders. This whole time I knew where I was going, I was just fearful of losing my way.