"Not broken, just alive" was one of my favorite lines from a little poem I shared in May after I left a job, people I loved, and a city in search of what was next for me. My heart was shattered, terrified, and free. As I was driving away, tears falling out of my eyes onto my lap, I just kept saying..."this is what alive feels like"...I didn't hold back...I loved big, I made a decision that I knew would sting, and I chose me, however unsure, however messy and tangled it would be...Are we actually living if we aren't letting it all in?