A few weeks back my husband and I took a relatively impromptu trip to Big Sur, California.
We were both, independently (and also, by default, together) in a funk. But we both, independently (and together) really love beautiful new places—so we consciously left our funkiness in LA and let the Pacific Coast Highway views fill us up with new life.
A couple years ago I went through my bathroom drawers and basically dumped all of their contents into a trash can. I had read about the lack of regulation in the cosmetic industry — the poisons in our lipsticks, the carcinogens in our sunscreen, the hormone disrupters in our face cream — and decided I didn't want any part of that unnecessary pollution.
Big trips. They shake things up, shift our perspectives, and push us out of our comfort zones. They are thrilling, eye-opening, even empowering.
But they can also be uncomfortable.