

Barely slept last night—nightmares kept pulling me back to thoughts about my path and choices. Lisbon feels like it could be the right place for me, but there’s still something missing… like a certain warmth (and not the sun, haha—we have more than enough sunny days to make anyone jealous!).
I’ve been reading Castaneda, and he says it’s all about perception. I get that, but how do you actually switch to a new perspective? Have you ever figured that out?