Where would all the adventure be?

I tend to get a little bit of wanderlust in February and March. The cold wind and gray days get to me I guess.  I've got it BAD right now.  I'm this close to selling just about everything we own and moving to some tropical island.  Doesn't that sound wonderful?  

 It seems wonderful because I feel like if I did it, the hard things about my life would just go away.  Being on a beach all day I can handle.  The real life stuff, I'm not so good at handling sometimes.  

I eventually talked myself out of putting all of my furniture on Craigslist this morning with things like...

 Ivy is starting kindergarten in the fall, and I would miss my family and friends, and there is a little baby here that needs me.  The time is coming soon for our family to get bigger and if I was on a tropical island I would miss it.  

And then I made a full recovery and realize that it's going to be ok.  That sometimes, yeah life is hard but what I need is more faith, not white sandy beaches. 

So, I'll keep my stuff. 

I'll work on having more faith. 

 I don't want to miss my adventure because I was too busy hoping for a different one.

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