Amidst heated Facebook dialogue, finding a vomit stain set in on my grandmother’s rug, and Swiffering the house as I felt less-than-guilty feline eyes lock on the device that gathers their stray fur biweekly, I suddenly felt the need to run straight out of the door, out of this town and this country, and never look back.
Read MoreAfter hours of research choosing my first trip abroad, I heard more than my share of misguided warnings about my leading choice: the tropical island of Jamaica.
Read MoreIt never gets easier. Every single time is just as terrifying, the same stab in my gut when I realize...I'm venturing away from my home...again! What am I doing to myself?!
Read MoreThe trip was so far out of my comfort zone, there wasn't a trace of light at the end of the anxiety tunnel as my plane took off. It was the first time I listened to my gut instead of every excuse I could think of, and finally just went for it.
Read MoreFeeling safe, feeling like I have a home, it's something I don't feel readily. I am particular, and I may not always know why, but I can feel what sits with me best compared to what could be just settling. The last few years I have raised the bar quite high to avoid settling, and now that it is further from me than any easy peasy little reach, I'm going to have to get off this damn couch to grab it.
Read MoreIt's so fascinating to me how much we fight being ourselves. I don't mean the parts we aren't too fond of, like being messy or lazy or having the wrong hair. I mean the real parts of us, the true energy inside that thirsts for adventure and passion, and wants desperately to have their story heard.
Read MoreOkay, I'm giving in. I'm ready to entertain the possibility of a grand adventure.
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