Life is funny. It's as much about growing up, as it is coming back to yourself.
Does anyone else feel like as they near the end of their twenties, you're scrambling to figure out what this life is meant for and how you're supposed to do it? I've found a little solace in coming back to something I grew to love as a kid, and that has been my anchor, my life line in dealing with the growing pains.
As we elbow through the chaos of being adults, sometimes the best medicine is rediscovering what we once loved. That feeling is like opening the front door of your childhood home, it's sitting at the breakfast bar, reminiscing. It's coming home. Maybe you can relate, new blog post today, link in bio.
Photo from my stomping grounds as a kid, and yes that's my husband in a golf cart. The next best form of country transportation behind an old manual truck and a tippy 3-wheeler.
© Cayla Vidmar, February 1, 2017