shits about to get cray

I’m unplugging for the weekend my lovely followers, and gettin’ my adventure on!

Last time I had the urge to break the mold and do something fun and exciting, I went camping with the girls. That led to epic memories. This time the hubs and I are going to do an extreme adventure course, and then head over to a small, charming town for a night out ALONE.

We both need it. My brain needs it. I’m sure my readers have noticed that most of what I write these days has a darker shade to it. It’s not a bad thing – advocating for survivors, tell my own story and promoting the Trigger Points anthology is exactly where I want to be. However, I’m feeling a bit of a vulnerability hang over going on.

I know I have to take care of myself in order to keep this fight going. What better way than strapping myself to a harness, next to the man I love and challenging death. Yes, a bit dramatic I know, but this girl has never been one for heights, or anything extreme. Then again, I’m not the woman I was even two years ago.

I can’t wait to tie up my laces and pretend that I’m not scared shitless. I can’t wait for a dinner with my husband, where we are not arguing with the sassy one to eat her veggies and yelling at the little guy to get off the table. Most of all, I’m just looking forward to disconnecting, and reconnecting with my best friend.