Flashback to my first solo camping trip and the first time I slept in the back of the rig.
I remember being scared and nervous, not to mention freezing. I didn’t have all the warm gear I have now. I’d never started a fire on my own. And I’d never really allowed myself the kind of space and freedom I gave myself on that trip.
I fell in love.
Since then, I’ve gone on so many solo camping trips. Gathering more gear and skills and a stronger sense of security to navigate anything.
I love my home.
I love my creature comforts.
I love snuggling on the couch with my guys.
I love the work I get to do thanks to the internet.
But nothing makes me feel more like myself than wandering far outside of cell service with only my music, my thoughts, and the spectacular views of the outdoors. Nothing brings me as much peace, joy, and deep-rooted contentment as the freedom to be and do and explore how I want. Writing, reading, dreaming, and scheming under the stars.
Figure out what makes you feel most like yourself.
Then do it as frequently as you can.
It’s easy to get lost in this life. To lose sight of ourselves and become disconnected from our hearts and souls. But we can always come home again. We can always find our way back through these things.
Thrilled that one of the places I love the most is warm enough for the first solo trip of the year this weekend!