Well my friends, I am heading out first thing tomorrow morning. First thing. As in, still dark, no one else in my house is awake early. I am driving myself to the airport.
Did I hear you gasp?
No? Seriously? Maybe you didn't hear me. I am driving myself to the airport.
Okay, really, I need a gasp here. Because you see, I haven't done that before. Because usually my husband drives me, or our favorite driver drives me. But never do I drive me. Because when you drive yourself, who is there to give you a big send off? Where will the big hug goodbye come from?
Did you just shake your head at me? (and can you see the irony of posting the photo of a woman who flew across oceans, herself, at the top of this post...?)
Okay, look, I have been doing a lot of growing as of late. I am, at 39, finally starting to refer to myself as a woman, rather than a girl. (I do feel a bit more like a girl than a woman though, truth be told...) I am really starting to feel like I am finding a sense of purpose. My dreams are becoming more and more solid. I finally feel like I am no longer just tossing about on the waves in the middle of the sea, but instead rowing towards a specific destination. And I feel good. And strong. And capable. And able to drive myself to the airport!
So, you are probably dying to know where I am going, right? Not really? Well, I am going to tell you anyway. I am heading to the midwest - land of snow and cold wind and home of this fabulous event~
Hosted by this divine, inspiring girlie~
And spending the weekend with both of these fabulous lovelies, whom I am sure will get me into all sorts of trouble...
And home again on Sunday before anyone even has time to miss me.
Bon weekend mes amies!