This is very personal.
I traveled over by Hadrian's wall, and I honestly didn't want to go in the first place. I figured it was just a crumby wall in the middle of no where, and the long drive didn't tempt me either. How wrong I was. England has alway been able to take my breath away, with its white cliffs and blue sandy seas. But this place pulled on my heart strings. I sat in this very spot for a while, and just breathed everything. And I began to cry. Not because I was sad, or even happy. It was an emotion that I think only comes to us a few times in our lifetime. It is hard to put into words. But I imagine its what flying would feel like. All your thoughts, and worries disappear. The world stops moving and its only you in the quiet. I feel so fortunate to be presented with a moment that pure. I think I really needed it.
I am also immensely proud of this photo. I think its my best self portrait yet.