Last week, I was inundated with sad news about the loss of lives dear to people around me. I was reminded of grandparents and the significant impacts they had on me, though I didn’t grow up near them.
It’s no secret that I feel most alive when I’m traveling and doing something adventurous. Colombia was no exception, but something unexpected happened on the trip. Something that helped me feel known and loved.
Today, people all over our great land are going to get to express their opinions at the polls. It won’t matter what your frenemy posts on Facebook or what Aunt LouAnn says at the family dinner – everyone (who’s eligible) can let their voice be heard through a ballot.
Enneagram Type 7’s are gluttons for anything that brings us pleasure. Bring on the good times and good vibes! But lately, with the processing of the pain after divorce, I have also been processing feelings of not enough-ness. Maybe you can relate.
I found myself searching for the real me after my divorce. I needed to re-discover my personal truths. Turns out a trip to Patagonia provided an infusion of the real Rachel.