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”