I would protect you from backaches and headaches, and unnecessary tirades, the losing team. Mostly, I would shelter you from false hope, women with an agenda to harm, and those wildflowers meant only to disarm.
I would encourage you to take ferries and planes, and leave the ink revised map at home, to become a mid spring season, dandelions covered, savor the sunshine, take risk. Breathe.
Remember the music of your soul. Listen to your heart’s sway. I would implore you to make love, make art, and to praise the song and rhythm your body prays.