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Dreaming of far away places....

Today I sit at my computer getting caught up on a few things for my business and enjoying the fact that I can be home most of the WHOLE day!

Its a fairly cold day at 20 degrees and I have a glorious cup of coffee at my side...
Even so, I find my mind wandering... wandering to places warmer, more historic, far away and with yummy food.

I have the travel bug!  It's bitten me and I want to go, do, see MORE!  We enjoyed a wonderful trip to Rome recently and I have no right to complain or dream of travelling again so soon, yet here I am dreaming of another trip!

In part, I think it's because this idea of travel is a whole new avenue for us to explore!  It wasn't long ago that the idea of taking a trip ANYWHERE seemed hysterically impossible!  Yet, as we have powered through, living simply, paying off debts and working to grow my business all while finding that balance between family and work... we are emerging from the depths of financial despair into this open, grand, world of possibilities!
Its exciting and a wee bit intimidating!  There is a part of me that struggles to believe it will last.. like its too good to be true for very long.

Maybe these dreamings of far away places and family trips are great to ponder on time to time... its great motivation to KEEP ON! 

I wish I could go back a few years and tell the stressed-out-in-tears-over-money me that it will all be worth it and that there is an end in sight!  I wasted some energy on stressing more than necessary during those difficult times.  Those months where we had to choose which bills to pay because we couldn't pay them all.... those remind me of where I don't ever want to go again... great life lessons.

We must keep our eye on a goal and our heart from being discouraged during the trails.  It all pays off eventually.

So I will say Ciao for now, fold up this laptop, finish my coffee, get caught up on my laundry, mail the rest of those holiday cards, and do it with a smile on my face, all while dreaming of the next great adventure!

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