True Confession Time: I Was Out to Prove Something With My Florida Vacation

A couple of weeks ago, I posted about my upcoming vacation to Florida. Just me and my two peeps. We made it there and back safely, all the while sharing giggles, snuggles, annoyances and all the other things people families create when they travel together. As far as experiences and adventures go, the trip is at the top of my list.

But I must confess that I had an ulterior motive when I planned the trip. Yes, I wanted to take the peeps on a grand adventure and spend some quality time with them. But, I also had something to prove to myself. You see, I was afraid I had gone soft. And I wanted to prove to myself otherwise.

Not too terribly long ago, my Real Reality was that I was an independent woman. I owned my own home, paid all my bills, and navigated my way through the world (both literally and figuratively) without very much help. Not so much as a GPS (only because GPS hadn't been invented). And I liked it. No, I loved it.

Then, I fell in love and got married, and I discovered how awesome it can be to have some help in this world. I started living a different Real Reality. My guy takes very good care of me every single day. Over the years, I've come to rely on that care, which is both good and bad. You see, I started wondering if I still had what it took to make my way alone in the world. I started missing independent, adventurous me. I was scared that my old Real Reality had somehow become my Ideal Reality. I realize that probably makes no sense to any but me. And I'm OK with that.

So, the Florida trip was also a test. I passed with flying colors, despite the fact that I drove (very briefly) the wrong way down a one-way street. I felt independent, confident, in charge, and adventurous again. I discovered that the parts of me that I really like are still in there. They've just been tucked away. Perhaps I should pull them out a little more often.

What about you? Are you hiding parts of you that you really like? (I'm not talking body parts, folks. Keep it clean.)

Wherever you are, whatever you're doing ... Keep It Real.