It’s not that I don’t want to be a mom one day . . . it’s just that the idea of doing it right now is my idea of a disaster.
This article was originally published HERE on January 4, 2016 When my mother suggested that on our Christmas family vacation the seven of us drive three hours from Phoenix, Arizona to the red rocks of Sedona we all jumped at the opportunity against what should have been better judgment.
I’m the sort of person who is easily influenced into wanting more for my life.
As I write this, I’m miles away from the place I will be spending the majority of 2016.
I grew up watching my father talk to hundreds upon hundreds of people, off-the-cuff, without notes and with no stammering.