Winter has come to Wisconsin, again. As I write this it is snowing. Not the fun snow where you’re walking through a silent evergreen forest with snow softly falling, as you stick out your tongue to catch snowflakes and giggle. No, this is the wind-whipping, painful snow that forces you to wrap whatever you are currently wearing around your face and pray that what you are doing outside ends immediately. Ah yes, winter has come. Continue reading “Planning Mode!”
I’ve never really thought of the phrase “waiting game” as an oxymoron. Like awfully pretty. Or jumbo shrimp. But I see it now. Waiting is not a game. Games are fun (at least in my estimation). Waiting is not fun.
We have lived in Wisconsin for a little over two months and I have spent a lot of that time thinking, planning and (drum roll please) waiting. I have come up with a lot of travel plans and read what feels like the vast majority of blogs about RV travel, but of course I have yet to be able to act on any of these things. Continue reading “The Waiting Game”
While my Mom is certainly the greatest and I could easily write a nice long post about her, this is a story of the relationship with the other mother in my life. The one often referred to as Mother Nature.
Our relationship was always a bit complicated. Basically I believed she hated me no matter how hard I tried to love her. I grew up in the Midwest, specifically the mid-eastern part of Wisconsin, where weather isn’t exactly perfect. We were treated with freezing cold and piles of snow in winter, intense humidity and high temps in the summer and a major lack of the lovely season known as spring. Continue reading “My Other Mother”
Expectation. Ugh. What a word. It doesn’t exactly feel negative, but it certainly isn’t positive either.
I have never had super high expectations of myself. Some will see that as lazy and some as progressive. Truthfully I never really considered it. There were very few things I wanted to be best at, really just two: horseback riding (which I worked hard at, but being the best is expensive) and being an animal mom (which I believe I do pretty darn well at). I’ve always tried my hardest with things I care Continue reading “Lifting the Weight of Expectation”
In my 28 years on this big, beautiful planet, life has led me to believe that I knew the correct plan for myself multiple times. As the end of college neared, I saw a path filled with steady jobs, marriage, kids and a nice big house somewhere in Wisconsin. It looked attractive to me and I believed for a while that it was the correct plan for my life. So ensued a steady job, marriage…then all of a sudden my perspective shifted. I longed to live in a big city, I didn’t want that steady job, I needed change so I made it happen. Continue reading “The Plan”