A Peak Among Some Pits

This time last year I was preparing to go on a vacation to one of my favorite places, the French Riviera. Little did I know a few weeks later my world would shift in just about every way possible. I got out of a serious relationship, started a new job, closed the door on some unhealthy friendships and said a bittersweet goodbye to my twenties.

In this sea of change, I have heard more “whys?” than I ever thought possible. But something strange happens when your world is turned upside down and you start making choices just for you. I ran a half marathon. I took my first solo trip. I found out who my true friends were. I stopped caring so much about what other people thought. And I made a fool of myself. A lot.

I was free. I was terrified. I was proud of myself. I was excited.

And here I am, mostly on the other side, preparing for another trip - this time to my little home away from home in London.

My family and I have a tradition on vacation where we gather around and share our Peaks and Pits for the day - often over a glass of wine. Its a quick look into the way we each individually experienced our adventures. So I thought it was only fitting that I started this blog, a crazy little adventure, as a nod to the peaks among the unexpected pits.

I hope that this will be a place for me to share these experiences, random whims (which hopefully don’t involve running 13.1 miles) and many more. But mostly as a space to remind myself when I’m 40 that my 30s were a lot of fun. :)