Ten years ago, I was living in England. I'd just completed my first solo season away from home. I was alone. And I was lonely. I was on the verge of meeting some beautiful souls, making friendships that endure even now, but I didn't know it then.
Ten years ago, I was brave. It took guts to stay in a place where I didn't know anyone, didn't have anyone, and to keep living every day with a smile. I need twenty-one year old Hillary to teach present day Hillary how to be brave. I feel a bit stuck and isolated and not particularly happy right now.
Ten years ago I was living a big, beautiful life even though I didn't realize it at the time. I don't want to look back in ten years and say the same thing. I want to find the happy while I'm in it, not after it has passed.