I’m having a hard time starting this post because I don’t know where to begin.
Yesterday, the boys and I returned from a week-long adventure in Iceland. There were smiles, tears, and tons of grit. I’m so unbelievably proud of them. They pushed themselves outside their comfort zones.
Like… WAY outside.
Where do I even begin? The boys and I are headed to Iceland tonight! (Not tomorrow as the photo says, I meant to write this yesterday, but, well… life. WYCWYC)
In exactly one week today, The Boys and I will be on a plane en route to Iceland. I still can’t believe it, but it’s starting to feel really real now.
For those who don’t know, I made a commitment to travel with my boys once a year since they were little, and for the most part, I’ve kept it. You can see a summary of each trip here. I just added 2023’s trip and a note about 2024, the only year we haven’t gone since 2012.
I may need some fellow parents of older kids to chime in on this one because I can’t be alone in these feelings.
I was planning to focus this post on how much lighter and happier I’ve been feeling since getting out of my head over the last few months and sharing more online.
But then this evening happened.
It’s July, right?
Insanity!
This happens every year.
Have you ever seen this chart of time perceptions based on your life?