Sitting still just isn't how I relax.
My story of infertility and loss and grief has felt like my identity for a while, and recently I've grown tired of telling those stories. They're important, but they had consumed every conversation, every blog post, every friendship, and my marriage. I felt like I was becoming smaller as the grief grew, until one day I made the choice to flat out LOSE MY MIND.
I wanted to do something for me, something extraordinary, and I started to DREAM BIG.
I set out-of-this-world goals. Some are substantial dreams (like going to med school), and some are just for fun, but they all serve a purpose: I need to find myself again!
So the other day when my 52-year-old mother (who is rad) asked me if I wanted to go indoor skydiving, you know what I said? HECK YES.
It was a splurge and a risk and a dare and a choice to go out on a limb, and the risk paid off tenfold.
So my advice to you is this:
Dare to be bold.
Do something that doesn't have anything to do with your day-to-day circumstances.
Take a risk. Take a chance. Take pictures.
And then, come back to this blog and tell us all about it.
Lose your mind.