What inspired my blog? Read on...
Growing up in the small and conservative town of Holland, Michigan, I remember a wooden plaque my mother had up in our beloved country A-frame house. It read, “Home is Where the Heart is.” As a young child I just thought that place would always be my home, as I pranced along in my little Midwestern bubble. As the years passed by, from signing high school yearbooks to waving goodbye to my parents as I organized my first dorm room in a nearby city, I began to realize there was a bigger world out there…and I wanted to burst out of my childhood home and explore it all.
Stop and Smell the Flowers
To say I’m an outdoor enthusiast is probably an understatement. Whether it’s trail running in the mountains of Colorado, trekking through Patagonia, or kayaking on remote lakes with my dog…I love the outdoors. I have long felt that there is no better way to clear your mind than to expose it to fresh open air (and I don’t mean in a shopping mall parking lot, unless that’s your jam). This could be as easy as sitting by a river and listening to the sounds of the water rushing, or smelling the pines in a breeze on a short hike. But sometimes it takes a little more, and that’s where I always like to challenge myself.