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.
How did I decide on Ireland? One, the airfare wasn't outrageous. Two, October is "shoulder season" in Ireland, meaning I could skip the insane summer crowds. And three, I was jonesing for a vacation. This girl hadn't been overseas in 6 months; and never had I heard a bad word about Ireland.
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...