Europe Reflections Part III: Lost in the Streets of Brussels

“Bon voyage, Mademoiselle,” chimed the Uber driver as we arrived at the Brussels airport, he had unknowingly just rescued me. It was 6AM and I’d be catching a flight to Sardinia in less than an hour. I felt an immense sense of relief because the journey to get to this airport had been a wildContinue reading “Europe Reflections Part III: Lost in the Streets of Brussels”

The Only Constant is Change

I was reading a parenting book the other night when I came across a section where the author recommended that the reader never get too comfortable with their child’s current developmental stage, because they’ll quickly outgrow it. He followed with the sentence, “the only constant is change.” This short phrase caused me to ponder theContinue reading “The Only Constant is Change”

4 Wellness Steps I’ve Taken Recently

I’ve had a couple of really rough days recently. I’ve been waking up on my days off and instantly feel overwhelmed. It feels like there are so many things to do and I have so little time to do them. Not to mention, I’ve gotten poor sleep and I’m still drained from working the dayContinue reading “4 Wellness Steps I’ve Taken Recently”

Europe Reflections Part II: Murisk, Ireland

Aside from the subtle sway of the grass and distant slow movements of the sheep and cows that gnaw on it, stillness surrounds us. We here a trickle of water as we look out over a small body of water. There’s a grass hill where the animals graze. I’ve never felt so at peace. I’mContinue reading “Europe Reflections Part II: Murisk, Ireland”

Does parenthood force us to settle?

My hair is a little crazy (most likely unwashed) and I haven’t got a bit of makeup on. Who knows if I’ve even washed my face yet. My child is on my hip. She’s looking off into the distance thinking about what she’ll crawl after next. I’m examining this photo and thinking about how thisContinue reading “Does parenthood force us to settle?”

Europe Reflections Part I: Trust the Process

I have a couple of small tattoos on my body. The majority of them serve only an aesthetic purpose rather than having a deeper meaning. The tiny moon on my inner arm reminds me of my sweet sister and the day we got matching tattoos together. The olive branch is, well, little more than anContinue reading “Europe Reflections Part I: Trust the Process”