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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