This blog, in all its infinite randomness, is not turning into a travel blog. I honestly don’t travel enough for that. What it is turning into, however, is a place where I can share my journeys through motherhood, work life, marriage, and of course, self-care. And I’m slowly learning that travel, for me, is a form of self-care. So…sometimes you’ll get travel posts.
I had an inkling that travel was restorative, but I really didn’t believe it until my solo trip to Chicago recently. Now, I’ve traveled alone before but it was usually for a one day conference and was a quick turnaround trip by car. I didn’t really get out and explore the city and it felt more like a work obligation than an actual solo “vacation.” Even when I headed down to San Antonio for Blogalicious a few years back and I went alone, I didn’t really feel like I was on my own. It was weird because I was, but it just didn’t feel like it.
Chicago was different, or maybe I was different. I hopped on a flight after work on a Thursday and flew into Midway International Airport. My blogging buddy and Chicago expert, Natasha from Houseful of Nicholes, recommended Midway over O’Hare and I’m glad I took that advice. Midway is not huge, but it’s a pretty decent size and I appreciate the fact that it’s not a behemoth like LAX…because LAX had me feeling all the way overwhelmed. I’m thankful that Hubz and J were with me for that one.
I’m also thankful that they weren’t with me on my trip to Chicago.
Does that sound bad? I’m sure it does, but it’s the truth. From the time I boarded the flight to the time I grabbed my luggage when I made it back to Omaha, I didn’t wish they were with me. Of course there were a few times when I thought, “J would love this” or “I wonder if Hubz would like xyz,” but I never once wanted them there. I needed to be rejuvenated without the pressure of being “mom” or “wife.” I just needed to be me for a while, to be completely selfish in what I wanted to see/eat/do/buy or where I wanted to go. And it was lovely. View Post
I am so excited about summer. For the first time in years, I’m excited about summer for me. Not for my kid. Not for my family. I’m excited for me.
This summer is going to be a bit different because for about 3 weeks, I will be kid free. Yup, J is heading down south for a couple of weeks to hang out with the other side of her family and later in the summer she’ll be going away to camp for a week. Couple that with the fact that J has been making friends, attending parties, going to sleepovers, etc, it’s like she really doesn’t need the constant go go go summer that we usually try to provide. She’s spreading her wings and I’m spreading mine.
I hate going to the doctor. This hate is not fear related because I honestly don’t believe they can tell me anything I don’t already know, or at least haven’t pondered. It’s the poking, the prodding, the closeness, and of course, the judgement, that bothers the hell out of me. It’s the all-knowing eyes, psuedo-empathetic head nods, and deep sighs that piss me off.
When I go to the doctor’s office, I am usually aloof and reserved. I may even be cold. And it’s very intentional. I’m not a sharer in general (I know, I know. I’m a blogger.), but I’m definitely not into sharing the most intimate details of my body–what it’s doing, how it’s doing it, etc. It’s overwhelming and it’s too much. View Post
we I made the decision to travel to California, Los Angeles specifically, for Hubz’ 31st birthday, it was kind of done on a whim. He nor I had ever been to The Golden State, or the City of Angeles, and while we were both excited to be experiencing some where new together, I wasn’t sure if L.A. should be the place. It’s fast, it’s loud, it’s bright and sunny. Honestly, it’s everything I’m not and I was concerned if this would actually be vacation for me or a few days in which I’m just trying to make it through to get back home. Also, couple that with the fact that our romantic getaway, had quickly morphed into a family trip, my hesitancy about traveling to Los Angeles steadily increased.
Now, I will admit that prior to our trip, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Los Angeles, or California in general. I felt it was overcrowded, too expensive, and hot as hell. Those beaches though. Those beaches were the first things to win me over when I was deciding if our trip to Cali should happen.
As I researched more and more (because I am a card carrying INTJ), I came to find so many things we could get into during our 3 days visiting the city. Since I knew my husband would appreciate the Hollywood aspect of the city more so than I, one of the first things we did was visit Hollywood Boulevard (to get it over with). I, however, ever the pessimist, was pleasantly surprised by the famous boulevard and what it had to offer. View Post
Just because I’ve never been to Los Angeles
A few years ago, I started keeping a list of things I wanted to accomplish during the year. It was more than a to do list, but less than an actual “goals” list. I guess, I saw it as being more of an experience list. Eventually, it morphed into what I now consider a “just because” list. There is no rhyme or reason as to why I want to do these things; I just do. Most of them will not improve my life in any direct way that I can currently see. And that’s okay. This is literally a list of things I want to do, well, just because I want to. View Post