Oh man…where do I even start. After much deliberation, my husband, me, and 4 of our closest friends decided to do a group trip to Mexico. Hands down, best decision ever.
As this was my first “big” trip, I tried to leave my expectations behind and travel to unknown places with an open mind and an open heart. I often scare myself, or talk myself, out of new experiences because of my fear. I am so thankful that I traveled with an open heart. I am so grateful to have had the travel crew I did. I am so grateful for the time to reconnect with my husband. I am so grateful to have been able to hang up all my titles (mom, daughter, advisor, etc) and just be me. I am so grateful to have had this experience and I can’t wait for our next one.
For the story of our trip, read on…
Continue reading Babble Travel Log #1: Akumal, Quintana Roo, Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico (April 2015)
Easter is right around the corner and lots of folks are focussed on the Bunny, celebratory dinners and the inevitable chocolate hangover. Other folks are also focussed on the religious aspect of Easter, the death and resurrection of Jesus.
Over the years I haven’t put much thought into the whole death and resurrection bit. I’ve gone to Church, I understand what it all means but I’ve never really thought about it. I’m talking in a how-does-this-relate-to-me kind of way. Now I’m starting to think about it.
This time last year, I was still deep in the ditch I had dug for myself, waivering between anger, sadness, embarassment, guilt and a myrid of other emotions. I was walking the thin line of choice and change. I expected that change to occur immediately but I was wrong. So very, very wrong.
The person I was compared to the person I am is like comparing apples to oranges. There are similarities, for sure. Both are round, both are fruits, both grow on trees, they both have seeds, they come in a variety of types and flavor profiles…really the similarities between apples and oranges are greater than one thinks; however, there are many differences as well. They’re just not a subtle.
My differences are subtle. I am blessed with the opportunity to practice these differences and I’m blessed to be able to actually see the change. That doesn’t mean the same old girl isn’t kicking around in this body, it just means how she’s interacting with the world and the people in it is a little different. I’m grateful for each new encounter, I’m grateful for each opportunity to be a little more positive, I’m grateful to have the strength to change and I’m grateful for the set backs I’m sure to encounter. I’m grateful that the people in my life are starting to see and trust in the changes I’ve made and I’m grateful they are all so supportive of who I am.
I totally get the death and resurrection thing now. Maybe I just never realized that it’s not always physical.
“…May the past be the sound
Of your feet on the ground
Happy Easter Everyone.