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In February of 2017, my sister treated my husband and me to a night away. When we checked in, the woman at reception asked, “Is it your anniversary?” No, not until June. At dinner that night, the waiter wanted to know, “Is it someone’s birthday?” Nope, we just missed one, and the other is months away.
When we finally arrived at our halfway point, Austin, TX, we were all good and fried. After a week on the road, it was so nice to be at our friend’s lovely home on Lake Austin, to rest and recover and recoup.
Author’s Note:
Well, almost a year after writing my last post about our epic Summer of ’16 Road Trip, I’m finally going to finish the tale. Needless to say, once we returned home, there was a lot of real life to take care of: a job to take, an El Nino winter to endure, a marriage to uphold, a retaining wall to fall, a job to quit, and boys to raise.
However, in the spirit of “better late than never,” I’ll return to our road trip story, as so many of you are setting out on your own summer adventures. Hopefully, the continuation of our journey will resonate with you in some way – be it introducing you to a new place on the map or something fun we did along the way. Who knows? Maybe it will even inspire you to hit the road yourself.
…but for the next 10 days, I’m going to play one on Social Media.
In honor of Senators Dianne Feinstein and Susan Collins introducing the Personal Care Products Safety Act, I’m going to focus on clean and green beauty for the next 10 days on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter. Whoopah!
Did you know that according to the non-profit Environmental Working Group (EWG), most women put at least 168 different chemicals on their bodies A DAY, and men, 85? And virtually NONE of these chemicals are regulated or tested for safety. In fact, Feinstein and Collins say that what regulatory laws DO exist have barely changed since the 1930s.* Dayum.
A dream is a powerful thing. It can inspire, it can energize, it can illuminate. But unless it mobilizes, well, a dream is just a dream.
Last weekend I was fortunate enough to witness a dear friend’s dream taking flight.
