Before I was a mother I had heard people talking about how they were different as soon as they became a parent. I always thought it was a load of crap. Seriously!?! How can having a kid change you so much? I mean sure your schedule and priorities change but how could it change who you are at your core? Seems like a rather good excuse to get out of a few social obligations. All this to say I woke up the other day and realized the idiots might have a point. I’m different. I can’t say I’m a better person but I am a different person. I am not completely positive about how I have changed. I can guarantee I’m not who I was a year ago. Of course, I just turned 40 and there was the near death experience the month before we got Baby Bug. It did shake me up and I was still recovering when Baby Bug wrapped her tiny fingers around my torn bleeding heart. For the past 9 years all I wanted was to become a mother. It consumed my every thought, breath, dream and nightmare. All else fell to the wayside. It became unimportant. A decade later I’m lost. I’m Rip Van Wrinkle.
Unlike an Oprah Ah-ha moment, I’m wandering around my house searching for myself. Who is this woman whose picture hangs on my wall standing by a cairn in Scotland? Who wrote the pages in these journals over the past 24 years? Is she dead? Gone for good or simply on vacation? As I have wondered around searching for who I am, I’ve looked back on who I thought I would become. What is the world I live in? Are all the dreams I had even important to me anymore? So many questions circle my mind and make me twitch. This is when I came up with an idea. Why not spend a year trying out all the dreams I had. Once a month I will try out a dream and see if it still fits me. Can I be a travel blogger? Can I be an extreme couponer? Can I be gardener? Can I be a girly girl?
The month of July is dedicated to the question Can I be a Travel Blogger? I’ve interviewed a few experts in the area and will be posting them this week. Then for the next few weeks I will be blogging mostly on travel. In addition, my cousin and I are both turning 40 this year and are embarking on a long road trip with our kids across have the country. I will be sharing our experiences along the way. By the end of the month, I hope to be able to say whether I can or can’t be a travel blogger.
Have you ever had a dream or two for so long at some point you wonder if it is even still your dream? What are your travel dreams? If you read a travel blogger, what would you be interested in reading about? I hope you will enjoy my journey with me. Perhaps we will both find out we can be our dream.