Some people (and those people aren’t my friends - let’s make that clear) say that I’m at HomeGoods too often. Which, really, is incredibly subjective. And judgy. And I’m gonna say rude, too. Who are they to know what HomeGoods does for me? I’m at HomeGoods exactly the right amount for me.
Two summers ago, I traveled across the world and found something unexpected on my journey: myself. Yep, it sounds corny, but I own it. I went to Scotland and rediscovered my soul. Here’s why.
This trip was perfectly timed with my husband’s return from a yearlong deployment to Afghanistan. If anything was going to inspire me to travel far, far away, it’s single mom-ing it for a year. I’m not even ashamed to tell you that two weeks after his joyful return, I bolted. Had I been able to time it such that we would intercept each other at the airport, dramatically hand his three beautiful children to him as he gets off the plane, and run sprinting to the international terminal, I would have. I really would have.
It’s the end of summer! Wait, what?! Wasn’t I just celebrating the end of the school year? Summer for our family was a blur of sunscreen, yard work, Fortnite (ugh), ice cream and swimming and I can’t believe it’s already come to an end.
This summer went at warp speed and with the help of some elixir for me (i.e., Chardonnay), we have come screeching up to the end of summer and find ourselves at the start of another school year.
Who remembers the heyday that was college? Friendships came fast and easy, mainly due to the proximity of other people in your age group, all working towards the same goals. I loved college and made many lifelong friends. Unfortunately, having moved nine times since college, and living nowhere near where I WENT to college, means that most of these lifelong friendships are long distance. When we see each other, we pick up like no time has left off, but seeing each other is a rare luxury.
I see this phrase a lot: it’s engraved on bracelets, printed on signs, and I even have friends with tattoos that say this. The prevalence of “I am Enough” means that there are a lot of us who feel – or have felt at one time or another – that we weren’t enough. But why? At a time in history when women have more, do more and are more than we ever have been, why do we feel less and less? And why does “enoughness” take up more and more space in our minds?