Recently, I made a commitment to myself. When lightning strikes, I will put my personal growth first. Less doing, more be-ing. Balance.
I consider myself primarily an introvert, but there is a time and a place where my curiosity goes toe-to-toe with my introversion and wins — abroad.
From Dublin, to Kilkenny, to Cork, to Killarney, to Dingle, to Limerick, to Cliffs of Moher, to Galway, this was my itinerary in Ireland as a solo female traveler (with pictures!).
I spent much of my late 20s and early 30s trying to lock down all the things I thought I was supposed to have (and society expected me to have) "by the time I was 30.”
It rings a little alarm bell in your mind. It makes you tilt your head. You can’t put a finger on it… but something’s not right. Something doesn’t make sense.
I recently returned from a 7-day mother-daughter trip to Hawaii. My mom and I had a wonderful time and I love her dearly, but this trip didn't come without challenges.
If I can’t imagine a future with someone within the first few dates, I probably never will. And then it's sayonara.
I prepped for the future. I made major, life-changing decisions based on my plan. And I was constantly disappointed when what I expected didn’t come to be.
When you’re single, no man has a hold on your heart, mood, emotions, time... no one has the power to shift the winds of your day. Single = safe.
We are so obsessed with being liked that we don’t even think about whether or not WE LIKE THEM...
As much as it sucks... Surviving stressful times will better equip us to handle with grace whatever life throws at us next.
Do you ever feel like you’ve collected a whole bunch of crap you don’t need for a reason you can’t place?
Costa Rica. My first international trip ENTIRELY ALONE, opened the floodgates to my new wave of solo travel.
This Christmas, I spent the holiday weekend packing, cleaning, and moving, from my 1,600 square foot house into something one-quarter the size.
I was born with an urge to roam. It’s innate. When someone like myself decides to go gallivanting around the world alone, the idea didn’t come out of nowhere as if I were struck by lightning. It was a decision that culminated from the escapist urge that’s always been brewing, churning and growing inside me. I started slow; tentatively. I dabbled. I felt the rush. And then a longer trip, a farther trip, a riskier trip, and I was hooked.
“M” was a man that checked every box. By all intents and purposes, “M” was perfect for me. So why weren't we a match?
Why am I still single? Because of the sorry state of men out there. And the sorry state of men out there is directly related to the sorry state of women out there. (Before you crucify me, let me explain.)
“Travel blogger,” that’s so cliché. I’m simply a girl, who loves to travel, who is exhilarated by new experiences and places and peoples and cultures. What I want is to describe through words and show through pictures how I feel about solo travel... and hopefully inspire someone, somewhere, to push just a little further out of their comfort zone and perpetually have the best experiences of their life.