Before corona-time hit, my family had made the BIG decision to buy a camper, rent out our house, and head west for at least a year, maybe three, of serendipitous outdoor-living adventure. After spending two summers traveling/camping across the country, and never feeling like two months was enough, we decided we wanted to give it a go, FULL TIME. I was going to work from the road, and my husband was going to become a road-schooling-daddy.

Then corona hit. And everything got put on pause.

Pause didn't mean cancelled. It meant... paused. It meant there was still hope.

My husband had already given notice at his current job, so we had to make a choice. It was either a) hit the road during corona-time or b) he could get a new job.

Well, last week he was offered a new job, and he accepted.

It was official. Our year-long trip was off the table.

And I was sad. Real sad. This was NOT a disrupt-and-pivot I was prepared for. (If you DON'T know, my WOTY is DISRUPT.)

After sulking around for a bit, I decided to get dressed and put on a real "power outfit". I thought THAT was what my body needed. Turns out, though the outfit was "objectively cute", the feels were all wrong.

I didn't want to feel gritty and powerful and strong.
I wanted to feel... adventurous.