Wanderlust! Create that Bucket List!

I’ve always been an adventurer, always game for what sounds like an experience in one way or another. Man on man, in the dead of winter this side of me sparks and ignites anew!

We have some annual family adventures planned, like spring break to Florida, summer camping trips around Michigan, and of course that random “let’s go to…” that we decide on a moment’s notice on a weekend with seemingly little to do. BUT… let’s think bigger!

I know, I know, many of us would go the world round if we had the time off of work and the budget to do so, but let’s face it, those stars will probably never align. So, what then? Do we squelch our desire to get out and explore only because the opportunity doesn’t present itself? To that I say NO! Friends, let’s put our heads together and dream. Then, with a little bit of planning and foresight we can put that wanderlust into action and knock some things off of our bucket list!

I was at a business dinner the other night and picking a team member’s brain about his recent travels. He took a leave from work and literally traveled around the world. He’s young, bless his heart, and has limited responsibility at home in terms of family and dependents. However, he’s also not growing money from his ears. He planned out the adventure of a lifetime on a shoe string budget and came home with the most amazing stories, photos, and memories. We can all manage this in our own way if we give a little effort!

I also have an Aunt and Uncle who have really enjoyed the simple life in Michigan, they’ve raised their family, retired from working, and have never really been enticed by the “glamor” of travel, yet, they are entirely adventure seeking and love to be outside and experience new places. One of my Aunt’s bucket list items was to hit up a tropical beach somewhere, an all-inclusive if we could find it…one can never have too many pina coladas in the beautiful, sandy sunshine! Well, we searched and searched, found a great deal and the four of us were off on the trip of a lifetime! Not to mention my cousins came along and we ended up experiencing a catamaran cruise, seeing Blue Footed Boobies, parasailing, and so much interaction with some really fun local beach vendors. It was a wild success and we are actually planning for a “Part 2” in an upcoming year!

All this said, it can be done! On whatever scale you decide! It just takes a little bit of courage, an adventurous spirit, and some well thought planning!

Tips that have helped me:

  1. Research your desired location, find out when the high tourist seasons are. You can often find great deals if you go just outside of the peak season, yet the weather is still desirable!
  2. With a world of information at your fingertips, it is easy to compare costs by traveling different ways. Hotels and resorts sometimes need to fill vacancies and offer good deals, but if that’s not the case you may be able to find a home, condo, or room to rent for an amazing price. Or, if you’re not traveling with children there are often ways to actually live with a family in a local area for extremely cheap. This way you’ll integrate yourself right into the local culture and likely make new friends too!
  3. Planes aren’t the only way to travel! Of course if you’re going from the US to Europe you may need to fly your first leg, but once your feet are on the ground there, trains can be an excellent choice. Short plane trips within countries can sometimes be extremely affordable as well, such as in Mexico.
  4. Don’t over plan your activities. I’ve learned this the hard way over time. Early on when I would set an extreme itinerary for my family we would often wish for down time on the trip and come home exhausted. I think it’s a great idea to plan out a few big things, major sites or milestones along the way, but leave room for you to wander and see what calls out to you as something to do along the way!
  5. Lean on your friends and friends of friends for good tips, experiences they had, things they wish they had or hadn’t done. If you’re lucky, maybe you have friends with condos in far places or hookups that they can help you out with!

So what’s on your bucket list?

A few things from my personal page:

  • Hawaii – gotta get there, want to see it all!
  • London – tea, shops, the palace, Big Ben
  • Skiing the French Alps
  • Italy – architecture, food, romance, the Vatican
  • Montreal – ever since I saw that movie with all of those Mini Coopers!
  • A road trip across the US with my family in the Motorhome
  • Driving along the coastal highway by Big Sur


All the clutter…

Guys, I’ve had a go of it this week. Hit with a cold a week or so ago, seems like it’s the 20th time I’ve been sick this winter and the last few days it accelerated itself into bronchitis. I’ve been angry, feeling self pity… why me?! I tamper that down by thinking about all of those folks out there who live with illness, pain, and other intense issues daily and try oh so hard to thank my lucky stars for the blessed life that I have. But damn, it can be so challenging when you feel like poop.

After my trip to the doc and getting on some prednisone and cough suppressants, I’m finally feeling human again today! I woke up this morning, well 11am, but that’s still morning right. And endeavored to make this day productive!

For those of you who don’t know me, I have this undying, and often unbridled, passion for clothes and fashion. I’m constantly on the look out for the next cute thing, shopping online with sites like Poshmark and Thredup. Especially when I’m not feeling well and I’m laid up on the couch or in bed with seemingly nothing to do but see what’s out there! To counteract my seemingly endless package delivery (yes, I need an intervention), I routinely purge my closet. I think I do a pretty good job of staying on top of it and keeping the clutter and unused things out.

It goes like this, I purge the stuff out, ask a few of my close friends if they want this or that, and put the rest in a box in the basement to deal with later on. Always intending to have a yard sale or maybe sell some of my own things on those delightful internet sites!

Well, today, since I was hell bent on being productive, I did my routine closet purge. I boxed up the unwanted treasures and headed to the storage room downstairs, aka the dungeon. I couldn’t even find a place to stash my box among all of my other boxes. Sigh. So, I pushed on and decided that I was going to get it all out. Unpack all of the boxes, see what’s in them, try to organize them in some way, and figure out next steps to rid myself of this stuff for good.

Folks, it took me six hours to get through it all. Disaster! I believe I could open and stock my very own resale shop and keep stock replenished for a while. (Insert GIANT eye-roll here.)

Does this happen in our lives too? Do we declutter our minds, or push things out of the forefront of our thoughts, but never really “deal” with the stuff? I don’t know about you, but I’m often in situations where I need to just push on and keep going. I don’t have time in that moment, while so many other things are pressing down, to properly address, package up, and rid my mind of that old clutter.

I’ve also had times in my life when I slowly start to feel bogged down, like I just can’t quite get any traction, and then suddenly I feel depressed and anxious. I wind up having a day, sometimes weeks of sadness. It’s not until I have a few ugly cries, some deep conversations with the loved ones in my life who know me best and aren’t afraid to give me the hard truths, and maybe even work with my life coach before I realize that I’ve been holding onto a whole bunch of things. Just like with my stash in the basement, when I’m finally in front of it and dealing with it, I wonder WHY did I do this!

There are lots of approaches to resolving this, different strokes for different folks and all. One thing that has helped me is journaling, just a few thoughts as events happen, not the daily grind, but the super highs and super lows. It might only be a few times a week that I write in my little book stashed in my nightstand, but I’ve captured the clutter. That can’t be where it ends though. When you’re feeling strong, capable, and rested, take a few minutes alone and review those things. Decide for yourself if you have dealt with these things appropriately. Do they still make you grit your teeth, bring the sting of tears to your eyes, or make your heart rate increase? Yes? Well then, now that you’re in the right mindset, take the steps needed to resolve it and clear out the clutter! Send that crap off, get rid of it for good, and make room for the new!

Just a few thoughts!

How do you keep yourself de-cluttered and make sure you have room to accept the new and positive?

Sticks and Stones

Remember the old grade school chant, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?” Well if that isn’t the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is!

I really do believe that people do not understand the impact that their words have on others. Whether it’s people you’re in romantic relationships with, your children, friends, or even strangers. Words have incredible power. They can be an amazing source of strength and uplifting, but they can conversely be a weapon of destruction. The brutal truth about using this weapon is that it’s nearly impossible to undo the damage they have done, those wounds do not resolve quickly or easily.

I think back on previous romantic relationships and cringe at some of the daggers that have headed my way. Being called stupid, worthless, and undeserving of their love and attention. I recall a time that I was being driven to the airport for a business trip and my significant other told me, “I hope your plane crashes.” I mean, really?! Whether said and inferred repeatedly with similar statements and actions, or said in moments of anger, these things stick. Other’s don’t always know another’s greatest fears and insecurities, but it seems that our minds have this uncanny ability to take any harsh words and find a way to feed them. They can really pile up and manifest into baggage and life struggles, both in the here and now and down the road.

My fiance’ can attest to the phenomenon of some of that baggage. Now, in a healthy and loving relationship, I can sometimes hear those words and sentiments still rolling around in my head. I come up with the craziest notions about situations, questioning some of his kindest words for hidden meaning. It’s crazy really, when I sit down and logically think about the real words spoken to me now and the destructive meanings I somehow self-associate to them, I am unintentionally sabotaging the most positive and beautiful things my guy is telling me.

This applies in all sorts of scenarios. Children who hear a parent or loved one continually tell them they don’t live up to some standard. Friends who hear other friends belittle them or say harsh words to them for speaking their truth. The random passerby on the street who is shouted at or ridiculed for the way they look, or some other rude comment. Sadly, it all sticks.

On the flip side, the same can happen with positive remarks, words of affirmation, and kindness. When I’m at work, I’m constantly giving my team compliments. I give them personal feedback on things they’ve done really well. I build them up and appreciate their talents. Even the small things, like an excellent remark in a meeting, a positive attitude in a difficult or stressful situation, sending me information to be proactive, etc. You know what, these guys are awesome, they deserve to hear it! This builds confidence, keeps morale high, and the buzz is infections… suddenly everyone wants these guys on their team!

Our children hear us say good job, well done, it’s okay to have a bad day, but let’s make tomorrow better, your best effort is all I need, and I love you.  They begin to feel capable and confident. They aren’t afraid to try new things or to fail because your love and approval of them are not conditional and they know it deep down in their little souls!

Here’s the one that I personally endeavor to do better at, giving positive feedback and encouragement to my significant other. Folks, he’s amazing. I’ll be the first to admit that when someone is always kind, giving, loving, and willing to go out of their way for you at a moments notice it can be easy to expect it and become less gracious and appreciative, at least in terms of spoken words. These are the people in our lives that are in the trenches with us. They live the good, the bad, and the ugly of us, right along side us. Tell them how great that is! Think about how good it feels to you when your babe says “thank you,” “you did a really good job on that,” or “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.” We all want to hear positive things about ourselves, especially in this critical world we live in.

So friends, make it your mission to hand out some positive and kind words each day. Endeavor to live in a world where words are a weapon of love and betterment. Make someone’s day, build up your loved ones so that their baggage is light and they can fearlessly and securely face their futures.

We can do this!

Lost, But Not Forgotten

It’s been well over a month since my last post. I’ve been so caught up with the holidays, hosting family from out of town, and then recovering from all of that activity. It’s been a stretch of pouring myself into others and counting my blessings for having so many loved ones!

Guess what the first thing to go by the way side is when I am completely focused outward? Self-care. You notice I said I spent part of my time “recovering.” I’m pretty certain that I wouldn’t need recovery time if I continued to practice self-care continually, rather than just when it is convenient. I know I’m not the only woman, man too for that matter, who struggles with this. When push comes to shove and timelines get tight, we push ourselves to the bottom of the priority list and tackle the other stuff first.

So here’s a shout out to self-care!

A few of my favorite ways to practice this:

  • Enjoying coffee at a coffee shop, by myself, while reflecting, reading, or writing.
  • A very girly bath! Dimmed lighting, candles, a really relaxing bath bomb and just completely relaxing. Push everything out of my mind and just be still.
  • A project just for myself. We all have those things, for me it’s a messy drawer or an overflowing space in my closet, that we never get to and they drive us crazy. Carve out an hour or so to tackle it. Focusing on organizing it in a way that makes me happy, removing old unwanted things, and tidying it up makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something just for myself. I can also be reminded with a peaceful, fulfilled feeling each time I revisit that space!
  • Calling a friend or a loved on that I haven’t had the “time” to connect with in a while. Chit chat about what has been going on, enjoy listening to their stories and commentary, laughing… most of all laughing.

What are some of your most loved go to self-care activities?

So friends, I may have been lost for a bit, but you are far from forgotten! I’ve also remembered that writing is one of my favorite ways to unwind and feed my soul!

All the Twinkling Lights

Friends, do you love decorating for the Christmas season? I do! But, I’m here to tell you that no one, and I mean no one, loves it as much as my boys! They are at the Clark Griswold level, and that might not be enough!! HA!

It’s nearly time for us to bring out the boxes of decorations, we do it yearly immediately following Thanksgiving. I’ve been hearing brainstorming, chatter, and planning from the boys for weeks now. The other day we were in Meijer, our local superstore, and I lost them. They were two aisles over in the freshly put out Christmas decorations. It was so cute to see their eyes so big and hear them planning all of the things that they could do to the house, inside and out.

I’m a Christian and I fully understand the true reason for the season. I also like our family to focus on giving, kind acts for others, and love, but I’m here to tell you that there is something enchanting about a child and their excitement at Christmas. It’s magical! Plus, I think that there’s an argument to be made for them wanting to make our home sparkle for all to enjoy!

A few years ago, when they really started getting into extreme decorating, my gut reaction was something similar to annoyance. Thoughts like, if it’s not done just right, it will look tacky. Does every surface, vertical and horizontal, really need to be covered in some sort of decor? How many Christmas trees do we need, isn’t one enough? And worst of all, who is going to clean all of this stuff up after Christmas?

Talk about Mom sucking the joy out of everything they were excited about doing! It took me a beat, but I’ve adjusted my way of thinking on this. Oh yes, the occasional “you’re doing what?!?” thought still rolls through my head, but overall I have taken a step back. Remember when you were young? What was magical to you during the holiday season?

For me it was helping both my grandparents and my immediate family hang lights, put up the tree, appreciate all of the little ornaments and hear the stories about the special ones. Who made it, when was it gifted, and how special it was for various reasons to members of my family. I loved baking and decorating Christmas cookies, making plates to take to gatherings and neighbors. We’d often drive around one evening prior to Christmas, with Christmas music blaring and singing all the way, and see all of the beautiful lights others had put up. I’d be buzzing with excitement over the several holiday parties that we attended. But most of all, my very most magical memories were coming out of my room early on Christmas morning. The tree was always left on overnight on Christmas Eve. The tree had the most beautiful glow, the star or angel sparkled just a little bit extra. The house was always a bit chilly at such an early hour, but my parents would pop right out of bed, stoke up our wood stove, we’d cuddle up under blankets, and enjoy our gift giving together.

But those lights, on that tree, on Christmas morning… that will live in my heart forever!

So, after thinking back on my memories, the emotions I had, and the magic that the little things offered; it was really important to allow my kids to enjoy the sparkle too! Let their hearts be joyful and light. Let them design their ultimate decorative plan and share it gleefully, possibly even seen from outer space!

Something special happened within me too. I wasn’t so wrapped up in perfection any more. Worried about the messes. Worried about things that are silly. I was playing again, laughing again, making cookies with flour everywhere, enjoying all of the little gifts the season brings.

Grumpy grownups out there, I challenge you to let your child-flag fly this season. Have that spontaneous snowball fight, even if your clothes get a little wet and your fingers chilly. Make a mess in the kitchen making the most ridiculous looking snowman cookie you’ve ever seen. Delight in singing along to Christmas music. Go ahead and put on those Christmas socks and red scarf. Greet passers by with a smile and a warm greeting. Giggle through a holiday story book with a child. Take a second and remember what made the holiday season magical for you, when you were young, and recreate the magic with your family and friends.

Get your twinkle on, either by stringing some pretty lights, or a new found gleam in your eye!

Did Someone Say Turkey?

I’m totally stealing this idea from a friend of mine, but after we discussed it the other day, it continues to rattle around in my head. Let’s see if it resonates with you.

The holiday season is upon us, Thanksgiving is fast approaching, and then we have the blur of madness between it and Christmas. Small talk seems to revolve around plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas; who will you see, where will you spend it, is it family tradition or are you breaking out on your own for something new. A common theme we hear in those responses, however, is complaining. How many people are dreading seeing their in-laws, sister’s husband, that one cousin, having to spend “boring” time with a grandparent, or maybe even dreading seeing their own parents for one reason or another?

People, this is sad!

Now, I know not every family situation is black and white or simple, there are some out there with very legitimate reasons for dread and avoidance. I’m not talking about those situations, I’m talking about those who are griping about spending time with their family because it’s an inconvenience, they share mildly different views or ways of life, they don’t like the way Betty cooks, or how their brother dresses, Mom talks to loud and is nosy, and Grandpa has an annoying laugh. Whatever it is, you get the gist.

I struggle relating to those comments and sentiments. Even those in my family who occasionally drive me crazy, and there are certainly a few, I hold very dear to my heart. I will be the first to admit that I was blessed with an extraordinary family. Starting with my grandparents on both sides of the family, an amazing example of strength, perseverance, and love. They didn’t all always make the right decisions, heck, they didn’t even always handle their mistakes well. They did, however, survive! They lived through wars, depressions, women’s rights becoming a thing, jobs, firings, many children. They have seen and done things that I cannot even imagine. Some of my grandparents are gone now, I miss them dearly. I have no regrets about the amount of time that I spent with them, learning, loving, growing, but man o man what I would give to share another turkey dinner with them.

My parents, they have just entered into their retirement years. They have gone from being tired, a bit grumpy, and having a slightly negative outlook after working their butt’s off for 45 years. To being free, adventurous, their laughter and life passion is contagious. They remind me of teenagers now. I swear they are out to get into as much trouble as possible (meaning that in the best possible way). We all go through stages with our parents. We love them when we are young, we battle against them when we get into our teens, we respectfully and humbly come back to them in our twenties after we realize we didn’t actually know it all, and then the true friendship relationship blooms. My mom calls me daily, sometimes many times a day. Why? Who knows, sometimes to catch up, sometimes to tell me she’s driving to the store and bored. I sometimes think, “Doesn’t she know I’m working? Doesn’t she know I’m busy?”

Guess what? Some day she won’t be “bothering” me any more. Some day my phone won’t ring with her always-happy, sweet voice. That day will come. It will come for all of these folks that we gripe about seeing for this or that silly reason. We all know this, but we push it out of our minds.

I’m here to remind you, life is short. Our time together is precious. We have so much to share and learn from our families. They are part of our tribe. Enjoy them. Soak in those crazy snorting laughs, those amazing high-wasted poly pants, laugh off your grandma’s gossip and wry comments, hug your mother and father. Take advantage of the time we are gifted with them. Savor the way the family recipe of stuffing tastes, that no one makes pie like your aunt, the way your cousin derails every story you tell. Seriously, let the crap go and invest yourself in making the memories that you can hold onto forever!

Love it, live it, appreciate it.

The Gift of Time

I’d be the first person to admit that I have two very spoiled boys! Between their dad, my ex-husband, and I they are able to enjoy and participate in an extremely wide variety of things. And for those things, they have all of the clothes, equipment, games, gear, toys, and on and on. We try to teach them modesty and to understand that they are very privileged to live in such a way, but they are young and this is the only life they know.

Dad is all about the farm life, outdoor living, animals, dirt bikes, hunting, sports, and ice fishing. You name it, if it’s happening outside, he’s all in. Our boys have riding horses, draft horses, goats, chickens, and dogs. They play baseball, soccer, football, and football. They each have a four wheeler and a dirt bike. They’ve got several rifles, bows, and pistols for hunting and target practice. You guessed it, they have every new ball, new shoe, ball and batting gloves, fuel for their toys, ammo for their guns, saddles, bridles, riding boots, and equipment. Any single thing they need to experience all of these things in a big way.

Mom is more metro, although I enjoy most of those other things too. We paint, craft, play video games, go see the newest movies, get excited about new books that come out, go snowboarding and skiing, shop, camp, theater, museums, restaurants, and go on several travel adventures near and far. Yup, you guessed it again, I’m gifting them with things and planning things for us all the time.

I’m just trying to set the stage for you. I feel like I do a lot for my kids. I am trying to provide things and life experiences for them to make them well rounded and educated youngsters, as well reward them with fun and excitement for their hard work in school and overall good behavior. I think most parents are attempting to do the same thing, all of us at different levels, all of us in different ways.

With this in mind, let me share a little story with you. Two years ago, for Simeon’s birthday I bought him a suitcase. He always had to borrow one of Grandma’s when we would go on a trip and I thought it was time for him to have his own. That in itself didn’t seem like a very exciting birthday gift for an eight year old, so I put a note inside that said something to the effect of, “With every new suitcase, comes a new adventure! So what do you say? Let’s go to Las Vegas and see what we can see.” I know what you’re thinking right here, take an eight year old to Las Vegas? Chill! There’s so much kid friendly stuff to see there, plus I wanted to take him to the Hoover Dam. Not to mention, I had airline miles to get there and an essentially free room.

We took off for our long weekend adventure in Las Vegas! We stayed at Circus Circus, saw the circus, did the indoor amusement park, rode and rode and rode the rollercoasters, walked the strip, watched the fountains, saw the tigers, flamingos, and gardens, we took pictures of the statues (insert little boy giggles for all of the “wieners” he stood by), saw street performers, ate at some really cool restaurants, shopped, went to David Copperfield’s show, drove out to the Hoover Dam, walked all the way to Arizona (haha), zip-lined down Fremont Street, and had ice cream at least three times! I filled up almost all of our time with activity and exploring. Each night after we could make it back to the room, we would play Go Fish on the bed in the room and dish about the day. On the very last day we laid by the pool for a few hours before we had to leave for the airport. Side by side on two lounge chairs, people watching, reading books, sharing a set of earbuds and listening to music, and soaking up the sunshine.

On the plane home I asked Simeon what his what his favorite part of our vacation was. To my absolute surprise he said, “Playing Go Fish with you. Everything else was super cool mom, especially having our very own driver in those Ubers, but my favorite part was just having all of you to myself playing cards and laughing.”


I instantly teared up. Now I know that he had a great time on our trip. He talked about it for months, to everyone and anyone. It still comes up sometimes. I had an “ah-ha” moment that day though, it’s not about the stuff. We know this as adults, we talk about it, we believe we live it. We think that we are giving them what they want and need through all of our ways, and don’t get me wrong, all of the time and attention we give our kids is valuable to them. That’s the thing, the biggest gift that we can give them is our undivided attention, to spend time with just them without distractions, to listen to them speak their minds, to hear what’s on their dear hearts. They want to see us happy to be enjoying their company. They want to see the smile that’s on our face actually touch our eyes. They want mom to slow down enough to laugh and be silly, to let the plans go and be spontaneous, to let the mess be and enjoy the moment.

I was reminded of this again just this past weekend. We’d been busy all weekend. Bowling on Friday night, college football get together on Saturday, and on Sunday when I asked them what they’d like to do… I got a meek response from both of them. They asked if we could just stay in our pajamas all day, sit on the couch together, read story books, and watch movies. My little guy, Parker, said, “Momma, maybe you could just take turns cuddling us all day!”

As we enter into the holiday season, when thankfulness, gift giving, and family are on our minds, don’t forget this little lesson from my kiddos! Give your loved ones the gift of your time. Put down the phone, put away the to-do list, shut the lid on the laptop, whatever the thing is that pulls you away. Give them your undivided attention, however much you’re able, and you’ll give them the most precious gift of all.