If you were to ask me ten years ago what I wanted to be when I grow up, I most likely would have said “a writer.” Now, if you ask me what I want to be, I’ll tell you that I have no idea.
I don’t want to be anything. I don’t want to be categorized and tucked away in a box. I want to continue to grow and learn every day. I want to write and teach and speak about the things that inspire me. I want to purge my life of material possessions and figure out how to ride the waves of anxiety that come with the great unknown.
I want to live a life that’s full of love and acceptance. I want to challenge myself every day, and do things I never imagined I was capable of. I want to share new experiences with others and teach them all of the valuable lessons I’ve learned. I want to walk through the world with my eyes wide open, knowing that every moment is an opportunity to learn something new and every obstacle, a reminder of life’s unpredictability.
More than anything, I want to teach my girls to value knowledge and experience. Without the passion to learn and better ourselves, where would we be?
A taste of our weekend: