It's MY Journey, and I'm Taking My Time

Why didn’t she report. That question has been thrown around like freaking confetti in the past few weeks and I’m done.    I’m absolutely done with it. It is astounding to me that this question is STILL one we have to ask.    Why didn’t she tell?    Why didn’t anyone know?    Why didn’t she go to the authorities?    That’s really none of our business , but I can tell you one thing for certain, just because a woman doesn’t report, doesn’t mean she’s making it up. These past weeks have been so incredibly triggering for many women.    Myself included.    This isn’t just a debate of politics for me today.    It’s simply MY commentary on WHY women don’t report, and hopefully a slight view into it for those who think if you don’t go to the police you are lying. When I was 19, I was at a toga party at my college.    I, like many girls, was dressed a little scantily, was flirty and dancing.    I was drinking.    I was enjoying myself.    Being silly.    Being f

Today as I am sitting here in paradise I keep thinking about how  blessed I am. People often say to me “you are SO LUCKY that you GET to travel as much as you do!”   And it’s true....I am.   I AM lucky.   And I used to be embarrassed about the travel we do, like people might think I was bragging or a show off. But the truth is, we have chosen to live our life in a way that makes travel a priority.   We live a life we can afford so we can take these vacations, and share these amazing experiences with our kids. Travel feeds my soul.    It makes me happy.   The ocean is my church.    Knowing when my next adventure is coming keeps me sane. I am blessed to have a husband who also feels the same. So I guess the message I want to share is, live your life in a way that feeds your passion, whatever it might be.   Feed your soul.   Go to “your church.”  Make what makes you feel whole a priority.    Your adventures are important.   Your happiness is important.   

Hi Dad. Well, it’s been a year since you left.    That almost seems incomprehensible to me.    That it’s been a year since I heard your voice, or gave you a hug, or listened as you told a really bad joke….    It seems impossible. It seems impossible that for 365 days I have walked this planet without you to call on.    I miss you so much. We’re all a year older, and so many little things have changed.   The kids’ lives have changed, as have their interests.    We’ve travelled some, and already have plans to take mom on some trips next year.    Don’t worry, we aren’t leaving her at home.  We're getting her out.  :) It’s been a bit of a challenge learning the new normal.    We’ve all moved ahead, and although it seemed impossible a year ago, we had birthdays, and holidays, and dinners.    We added a new baby…..and have ANOTHER coming soon.    And through it all, we laughed, and we cried, but truly the laughter seems to be winning.     Even though we know