Another weekend is winding down and the reality of the events over the last couple of days are sinking in. “That’s a long way to go for a short amount of time,” my seat neighbor said to me as the flight landed.
I traveled to Thailand to discover Thainess and the unexpected happened; I recharged my soul. Thing is, I didn’t realize how hollow my life has been the last few months. Visitation to Florida has been flooded with tourists and seasonal residents seeking warmth and sunshine.
Who do I think I am? AncestryDNA helped me figure that out. When it comes down to genealogy, I thought I knew who I was based on what my family told me over the years. My father’s side is German with possible Austrian while my mother’s is Irish and Slovakian.
Making recipes prepared by loved ones in my past is a way I travel back in time and reconnect with cherished memories. One of my favorite sweet treats my Grandma Huber baked when I was a kid were Potato Chip Cookies. Ingredients are pretty simple yet the cookie is thick with a buttery, savory and simply sweet flavor and crunchy texture.
How did I turn “I can’t do it” into “I did it”? The same way you eat an elephant. Bite by bite.
Handwriting is a lost art and with the expanding digital age, this includes writing and sending postcards. Posting a pretty vacation picture to Facebook, Instagram or Twitter is easier finding and mailing postcards. Because everyone enjoys receiving something in the mail, I’ve decided to revive SoloTravelGirl.com’s Postcard Club.
I received some ohmygoodness news last week and I want to express my sincere thanks to those who made it happen. Solo Travel Girl has been nominated for a Sunshine Blog Award! This blog is one of three in the running for Best Travel Blog.
Reflecting on 2014, it’s been one wild, excellent ride. The year was full of travel, good people, soul-searching, new experiences, and the continual evolution of being a better me. I have much gratitude for the opportunities afforded to me within the last year but I’m most grateful for making my peace.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve taken a little break from my blog. It wasn’t intentional and at first I felt guilty because I have SEVERAL posts that need to be written and uploaded. Honestly, I over-committed myself to projects during the last half of 2014 and in turn, kinda burned myself out. This break has provided clarity on several things and allowed me to focus on what I want to do with this blog. Thank...
Minutes after landing, it didn’t take long to realize Nashville embraces the whole Music City theme like a big ole’ bear hug. It’s also when it clicked something had been missing in my life. Music.
Four things I should have thought about when I began blogging: where I wanted to be in life, responsibilities as a blogger, my value, and how much time a blog needs to succeed.
Bummed out about being alone for the holidays? So what! It’s not the end of the world. Trust me. I’ve spent many holidays alone and survived. True, there were times I felt sorry for myself but it wasn’t the end of the world. In reality, those times were a chance to focus on me.
Hey, y’all. I conquered one of my solo fears last night. It was my first time going solo to a comedy club. Kinda. “Traveling alone, not lonely,” has become my life motto not by choice but by necessity to enjoy life.
Reasons why I think you’d want to date a female solo travel blogger. A pair of dinner theatre tickets sit in an envelope above my wine rack, which is filled with dusty bottles of wine from near and far travels. I’ve been gifted with a fishing charter for three people and I’m pretty sure I’ll be the third wheel. And, I just RSVP’d for one person to another social media function in which I was invited to bring a guest. I don’t mean to sound hypocritical, this blog was born on the concept of “traveling alone, not lonely” but sometimes, life can get lonely as a party of one.
“It’s really, really hard,” I said in response to a friend telling me she didn’t know how I balance life as a single woman. Yeah, I don’t know how I do it either but I do. I’ve come accustom to it.