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.
In joy.
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.


This post leaves me grinning ear to ear!
ReplyDeleteI am going to find something crazy to do!
ReplyDeleteLove it. It is so easy to get consumed by infertility that we forget to live our lives.
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