It’s hard to put into words exactly how much this last trip meant to me, not only because I got to share it with the man that I love, but we shared that time with our creators, our mothers. I’ve always had a deep sense of family connection and love that when it comes to travel my mother simply never says no. I now have two Moms the one who made me and the one who chooses to love me. I cannot express how grateful it is to be in this moment. Life was hard for a few years after my Dad passed away. I was so lost and then like some small miracle I’d been found by the people I needed the most.

While this may not seem true, I find it difficult to try new things w people I don’t know. In any group setting, I put on a brave face, but I can tell you there was an inner monologue that took place, forcing myself to do or try this “thing”. It’s not fear of the activity exactly nor fear of people exactly. It’s a deep dive into personal safety and being in a fight or flight status for the majority of my life that I don’t know how to get out of. Constant vigilance. I’m joining some women veterans for an evening of a small class on archery, chit chat, snacks…. I’ll update y'all later tonight .

I have a fear of heights, today I climb on a swinging bridge to the top