with planted feet.

A few weeks ago I found myself becoming a little bit discontent with my lot as I scrolled the blogs of jet-setters and happy people with extra cash to burn. After viewing too many pictures of people eating ice-cream in front of the Eiffel Tower, I start to wonder why they get to live a life of adventure while I sit around in my computer chair watching them.

Long ago I decided that I didn't need to be rich to live a rich life, so this was a quest to validate my prior notion. I found exactly what I knew I would; that we are as free as we believe that we are.

I've dreamed of Australian Outback Adventures. Now I've lived my own.

I've imagined my hair blowing in the salty-sea winds of the Irish coasts.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the life I wish.

A trip for an entire family to a fancy, Paris restaurant was entirely within our grasp.

Along with a bit of fencing instruction from Duke.

We may not have much. We may be pretty stationary as we strive to save and prepare a bright future for our babies. But we can still soar.

I urge you, if you've ever felt like life is leaving you behind, to go the places you've always dreamed, if only in your hearts.


Fly.