The last week has been so crazy that I'm not even sure if I'm coming or going anymore. Today I used the last shred of good sense left in me and delivered myself into the hands of a dear friend who made me a salad that made it possible for me to continue with the utter chaos of packing, saying goodbye, making plans for maybe-I'll-be-there-on-this-date, freaking out about maybe not having anywhere to stay at all and having to cut my trip short, meeting new friends just as I'm getting ready to head out, re-homing my cat, dropping my dogs at the kennel, and coping with all of the tremendous loss that comes with any change, even the best kind.
Because all of that isn't quite enough of a pig pile, I'm also smack in the middle of taking an online class called Blogging from the Heart, which is slow going with everything else happening, but should help me to put some structure around this space and help me to share this crazy adventure with you in a way that's engaging and inspiring. I'm a full week behind in the class, but I did manage to get through a very rough first draft of my mission statement. It was really hard to do and felt very unnatural. All of blogging still feels like walking around naked in public, so I'll share it with you here since there's no point in going backwards now.
I will chronicle my year-long adventure around the United States by sharing personal photos and stories from the road. Sharing the good, the bad, and the ugly will provide a relatable, open, and approachable narrative that will allow me to practice vulnerability, leading to connection with a small community of readers. By sharing my personal story, I will inspire others to make small changes in their own lives to inject a little adventure into every day.
There's definitely room for improvement, but it's a pretty fair start, I think!