sub-silent prayers

you ever stop praying about something because you’re tired of the all too often heaviness of the disappointment.

and you want to pray.

even if you prayed silently before, this time the prayers are sub-silent. feeling too foolish to consciously voice them, you cry out quietly in your innermost being – please, Jesus.

please, Jesus. i know by now because you’ve shown me time and time again, but please, take this pain away. i know i walked right into it, but you’re far greater than i am, surely you can ease this burden.


so full. so happy – how i’m feeling in this very moment. standing firm to my desire for time alone this evening & the joy is multiplying.

i haven’t done any of my things since last summer, and when i say “my things,” i mean, my soul things. writing. listening to my music. thinking. planning. being thankful. communing with God. visualizing.

when we’re cut off from our power source, we feel weak. when cut off from our power source, it seems hopeless. when cut off from our power source, we can lose sight of our vision, and ultimately – ourselves.

i stood firm and it was met with anger, hatred, and resentment. a little longer now and i won’t have to stand in the face of complete resistance.

and that hope of what’s coming, it’s what’s filling me with JOY.

almost free. almost me, again.


glennon doyle melton once said in response to the question, “how do you survive divorce?” – “you don’t.”

“you die and become brand new”

i’m to the point now the rerouting is not something i mention. people still ask, “why the sudden move to colorado?” and that’s when i dig into the past, pull out a few index cards with bullet points reminding me, “oh yeah, my life was in crisis & this was the perfect place to rebuild”

a few days from now would have been our wedding anniversary – 8 years – which in the big picture, is not so much time.

last year, i spent the day in Spain. as far away as possible, drowning out what was with new experiences and memories.

how often must we let go of the imaginary? the what could have or would have?

am i still sad?

will i always be sad, underneath?

sometimes i just cry. i have to let this wave of grief roll through my body.



all of the groomsmen, my brothers, and my dad carried that thrifted piano from the barn to the edge of the pond. it was – it is – one of my favorite memories. all he did was suggest how neat it would be to have an upright instead of a keyboard and i ran with the idea. YES. we must make this happen – it will be SO beautiful.

and it was.

an accidental glance at wedding photos, turned a solid hour poring over the beauty. the innocence. the stress. the relief of a vision made reality with the support of all of our loves, in one place.

full disclosure – it still confuses me.

how was i supposed to know what i didn’t know, what i didn’t have the capacity to know before? and – we really did love each other, so much.

i was the firecracker to your calm.

lean into the unknown

six months into fort collins living – I went to a connect class at church today. it’s part of a four step process of learning about this specific local church, and diving into who I’m made to be at the same time – all of this prep to serve on the volunteer team.

i did not want to go this morning. i’ve been tired. like really really tired. and more than physical tiredness. i’m emotionally drained, spiritually apathetic. feeling sorry for myself and little entitled. i noticed my internal conversation this week went a lot like, “after all i’ve been through…this?”

so, i’m human.

and i didn’t want to go interact with people. i wanted to stay in the cycle of self defeat. why do we do these things?

good news though – i went anyway.

and when i arrived, the lady leading the group was stating her intentions for the day, that we would receive reminders, little sparks, (in my own words, synchronistic moments) that point us back to who we’re made to be.

i don’t know about you – but when apathy sets in, i build a thick wall against “feeling things.” against seeing them too – the small coincidences, or letting my heart swell with the vulnerable magic excitement of noticing – nope, not an option.

so with a puffed up chest, and you can’t touch me attitude, i walked into class.

“hmm,” i thought as she stated her intentions. i’ve closed myself off again. tired of feeling, tired of giving, tired of being open to pain.

and i allowed a portion of my guard down.

then we brainstormed the favorable qualities of a leader. she mapped it out on the whiteboard – “LEADERSHIP” with a circle around the word, then lines drawn out to the qualities we listed, “excellent communicator, servant hearted, inspiring, visionary, humble, altruistic, motivating…”

with her next question she erased the word LEADERSHIP, “how would you like your name written in the middle?” she posed to the class.

a few answered, saying it seems like a tall order, most said yes, it’s a high compliment.

then she wrote, “Amanda” in the middle.

again my mind went, “hmm.” out of the 25 people in the room, she chose to write my name, “ok, God, begrudgingly, i’m here. i guess i’m listening.”

we jumped into the lesson. first point she made – we hold ourselves back from incredible possibility. what holds us back? “insecurity, fear, inadequacy, reluctance” and then a bit about integrity (which after the past few years is one of my favorite topics).

and then she noted some values of this specific church: Jesus, a love for this city, family, radical generosity, sustainable rhythms, the importance of the details, and we are desperately dependent on the Holy Spirit.

i want to backtrack to “sustainable rhythms” because i was already planning ahead for my word of intention in July and SUSTAINABILITY came to mind. something lasting. something true; that forever kind of feeling.

and the paragraph under “sustainable rhythms,” went like this:

“we are passionate about going the distance and enjoying the journey. we work hard and rest well. we believe that work is God’s idea, that realizing a vision takes effort, that Sabbath is purposeful resistance against the rhythms of our culture, that recreation is restorative, and that health matters. we measure our pace, embrace our limits, laugh a lot, and trust God’s timing and provision.” 

“was this paragraph written for me?!” is exactly what i was thinking. “like what? how? how did they encompass all i’m searching for, all the themes scattered throughout my brain, and they even nailed the mic drop at the end – and trust God’s timing and provision.”

this is what has had me most sour lately. when some really really seemingly wonderful things have unexpectedly crept into my life and when these situations were climbing, obstacles overcome, the story was being made sweeter, grittier, complex, interesting, exciting, in ways – redemptive, and then –




a screeching, confusing halt to what has been an incredible gift in my life.

cue the “WTF?” bubble over my brain.

however. because there has to be a however, people! apathetically, i dragged myself to connect class this morning. reluctantly, i opened pieces of me to receive. i (ok, unwillingly) heard trust and provision, and i let them in.

i remembered and can see how i’m in the exactly right place, and the timing is right on. because i can’t understand the pieces i don’t see, doesn’t make them bad.

i’m growing into who i need to be to accept the blessings meant for me in a way that is sustainable, in a way that is forever.

Jesus isn’t allowing easy because he knows my heart and knows i don’t want it that way. the gritty, deep, raw, everlasting, beautifully shocking, steadfast, full of grace, redemptive, hopeful, powerful, impactful story does not happen overnight.

multidimensional takes time, loads of effort, tremendous heart and will be well well worth the value expended.

God doesn’t draw us out to leave us here.

through no scheme of my own, i made it to fort collins. i’ve found work tailored for me and a church that feels more like home than anything i’ve known. i was eager to keep this option temporary, as this has been my pattern, but I see God at work.

maybe i can’t fully comprehend it all yet; and that’s ok. i’ll know when i need to, and i’ll continue to pour into what i’m doing and where i am and –

LEAN IN to all i’m becoming.



“this is what trust looks like,” is what i remind myself. often.

it used to be harder for me, to grasp, to understand, to embody.


it’s surrender, you know. and you can’t lean in halfway. this is a complete, whole heart, mind, and soul commitment – to trust.

trust it will be okay. trust the journey. trust the process. trust God knows me deeply, thoroughly.

i know all of these are true, and i’ve seen the evidence.

and i know the messy makes sense in the bigger picture, and at the same time, i feel something about the messy. i see the beautiful engagement photos, and i remember he asked me to marry him eight years ago, in the same month he’s getting remarried.

i know. by all accounts, i’m past it. i don’t think about it often, almost never really. i love my life and every aspect of it – and still – it’s weird. in the little place, deep down, the one simultaneously thankful and sorrowful for the messy.

did we really have to know each other so well and break each other’s hearts so drastically? couldn’t the wisdom have come another way?

and can i speak to how strange it feels to try on a name only to give it back? knowing it’s going to fit someone else better?

and i’m overjoyed for them as well. i’m so happy he’s happy. her too.

i’m all of it. all at once.

oh, Jesus.

i trust you.

i will say it until i believe it.

you are so good to me. despite the mess. despite the emotion. i’m thankful for the growth. it’s not linear or binary, instead multi-dimensional. complex. more than i can fathom, in every direction.


un-edited flow

writing in the morning, first thing, is what i try to practice. it’s a technique borrowed from Artist’s Way, and because i haven’t read the book i can’t tell you the exact details; though what i do know is this:

as soon as you wake up, grab a pen and paper and let it flow. no editing, no second guessing, total stream of consciousness, from mind to paper.

in doing this, i’ve discovered a great deal. questions arise, true feelings (sans should, guilt, judgement) surface.

i’m terrified.

something i observed only this morning.

i’m terrified of making choices resulting in pain.

“can i only exist in the happy spaces from now on? in the spaces where it is sweet to commune with another human being? in the flow? life can be scary. the not knowing. the possibility of pain amidst the joy. the beauty is in living – not holding back.” -this morning’s thoughts

i suppose the excitement is in the risk.

another uncovered perception was my fear of what is coming being second best to what could have been if i hadn’t wrecked it all.

“i don’t want to feel like everything is second best to what could have been. i want to know it’s better.

– – – – –

giving life to these words leaves them less trapped in my mind and more observable. not sure where some of them are sourced, and i’m happy to be aware of them.

i don’t want to be scared. i want to rest in certain promises declaring beauty, excitement, and joy.

dwelling on the latter opens up a future i want to exist in –

– – – – –

i miss nashville. something about the style and culture of the city has me all sorts of nostalgic. i tried living there again and it was – different. (i hope you heard the *pause* and read different like it sounds in Fantastic Mr. Fox)

many options entice me – revamping a van to bump around the US could be a thing. so could living in South America for three-six months. so could living in Oregon, Northern Cal, maybe Washington. so could an adorable craftsman home in said states (or maybe somewhere else) with a gaggle of children, some adopted, in their cute hipster baby clothes.

sneaking away to write in my cabin. taking trips to road school. booking speaking events. staying health-conscious, brave, pursuing depth, growth, audacity.

owning a grand piano in the home library. 

this is all relevant, yes? this is all possible, yes?

it will be better than i imagined?

i sure hope so.


Heart Wide-Open

my cheeks are soaking wet at the moment, you guys. i’ve known for the last year this is message i want to share and have been easing my way into it.

do i really go that far? will it be beneficial to share with the fb public before sharing in a book or on a stage?

many of my friends already know, thanks to an intensive emotional training a lot of us experienced together, where the point was to expose our deepest, darkest and get to the root of it all – because it wasn’t until we do, that we relinquish the power of shame and clear space for healing.

i’m aware my grandma’s on facebook, so is my former boss, so is my sister and best friends, and many acquaintances, but the longer we *aren’t* talking about things, the more we perpetuate the guilt, the stuck-ness, the loneliness, the fear.

exposing what we think is the worst will only reveal grace and the beautiful parts of humanity, and the truth – i can be fully known AND fully loved.

of course there will be some who are offended, who take it personally, who have been hurt in this way so the hurt is all they see, but my prayer is the message bypasses your ego and lands in your heart.

because so much of the pain we endure begins in the heart. it’s all a heart issue.

and my heart was hurting for awhile, you guys.

in trying to be more attune to hearing God, to hearing *something* – i felt these words, “GO FIRST,”

and it makes sense. we want to change the world and try to do it with half commitment. we want to hide pieces of ourselves and still experience the freedom of living 100% – open, honest, VULNERABLE.

so here goes –

*if you decide to read from here, promise you’ll read until the end – deal?*

i’ve publicly expressed the pain of divorce. it’s been a journey i walked the past year and a half and would have been inauthentic to share without sharing the hurt. worst pain i’ve experienced by far – when you take two people so interconnected, bonded, in so many ways at so many levels, and rip them apart.

and though i’ve touched on the pain – i’ve never detailed the cause, the breakdown, the ugly parts of the story which led to the fading of what was intended to be one of the most beautiful gifts.

at the time it was to protect others involved in the story. now i want to share with whoever will listen simply at the hope of exposing lies and building bridges – if you resonate at all – you are NOT alone, which is how i felt for several years.

my passion is to open up conversation and establish true connection, not alienation, with one another. because – y’all – you are so SO worthy of love.

*ehem* so, this i’ve learned. LIFE requires community. life requires other people. marriage especially requires community. because it’s easy to get into our heads about things and begin elaborating or dramatizing situations that hurt us. we begin making up lies and gathering evidence to support those lies. without outside perspective, we can begin to live out the distorted view we make up about our life and circumstances, about ourselves.

i was there.

i hadn’t been intentional about community, so by the time i was married, and it was the two of us, i was afraid to reach out to others about the thoughts i had. marriage was a great deal more difficult than i imagined and i thought i was broken because of it.

a few years in, i felt disappointed. culture (especially the Christian culture i’d absorbed being in a church 18-22) told me – or at least this was my interpretation – if I “did the right thing,” and was patient enough, i’d meet the guy for me and we’d be married and we’d have all the sex we wanted because we were allowed to within marriage and he would adore me and tell me i’m beautiful every day of the week – and – i’d never be lonely again.

phew. the weight of those expectations alone.

well, it turns out the formula for marriage is human + human. not saint + human or saint + saint.

it’s broken, hurting, hopefully healing human + the same.

and i get we don’t know how to navigate something we’ve never entered into before, though i will always communicate the absolute necessity of community.

so, a few years into marriage, i’ve constructed the story in my mind that because my husband is not verbally affirming me daily, because he doesn’t want me in the bedroom as much as the average male, because we both had stuff we didn’t yet know how to navigate – the verdict is simple –

i’m unlovable. i’m not enough. i’m not desirable. i made a mistake in getting married in the first place. i have no options. i compromised. i’m not understood. my needs don’t matter.

thoughts began to creep into my mind.

i begged my husband to go to counseling with me – at the fear of my own thoughts – and how close i was to acting on them.

this was a scary thought for him at the time.

i didn’t know what to do. i felt alone. forgotten. didn’t God know what I desperately needed in these moments? didn’t he know what I was thinking? how self-sabotage was at my fingertips?

commence the depth of the negative feedback loop – *i’m unlovable. i’m not enough. i’m not desirable*

and being action-oriented is rooted deep in my bones, so sitting it out, waiting for an answer, anything involving patience wasn’t my MO.

so, i downloaded an app on my phone.

if he was checking out, why can’t I?

the list of justifications was as long as the lies i recited – over and over

so, i excused myself mentally, spiritually from the marriage and began engaging with strangers. i knew if i put up a few photos i could begin to attract the attention i’d been desperate for at home.

easy enough.

so instead of a focus on repair. i’d shifted to intentional destruction.

i actually wanted to get caught.

i wanted him to be pissed.

i wanted him to hear my cry. my SOS. my – look at how far i’ve gone and how ridiculous i’ve become.

slowly, i entertained the thoughts popping into my head. one guy in particular was especially good at the compliments. telling me i was breathtaking and being specific about what he enjoyed about me.

attention – check.

the perfect bandaid for a diseased marriage.

i felt so empty but the fix made me forget.

soon, i entertained what it might be like to drive to this guy’s house. spend one on one time with this human who temporarily filled the void.

it was July. i remember. in my head, my husband and i were one fight away from me disappearing for a night (or two).

and then we fought. i begged again, telling him i had some seriously negative patterns i needed to heal and, for the love of God, let’s do this.

for whatever reason, he was not on the same page at the same time and i gathered the insanity to decide this was it, i’m going to go spend time with other people.

and i did.

i drove out to said stranger’s house. enjoyed the company and had been negotiating with myself if i would be physical. if i would actually blatantly cross the dangerous line.

it had been like i was another person.

fully checked out of the married Amanda. disassociated enough that i could do whatever without taking ownership. it was like a fantasy world. i could disconnect from reality and blame the hurt.

and i was physical that night.

i remember the moment. my heart was pounding. my soul was crying out – this is not okay, Amanda. and i remember thinking –

why the hell does any of this matter? 

i was so good for so long and this is where it got me.

what other choice do i have? 

i lied to my husband and told him i was at a friend’s house. i said i’d be home in the morning.

the next morning i sobbed the hour drive home.

and before i went inside, i tucked it away, disconnected again, like really – really it didn’t happen right? this isn’t my life right?

a few days later when my husband and i were about to be intimate, i started sobbing again. all i desperately wanted was to be close to him, to feel adoration and desire from him – which is all fair, but then i idolized these needs. i made them more important than learning to love myself and having grace with another human – my husband.

i told him. i told him what i did because i did it on purpose.

i wanted him to fight for me. i wanted him to be so disgusted with me. i wanted consequence. i wanted to know this wasn’t ok. i wanted to know this mattered. that it all mattered. that I MATTERED.

of course he was dealing with his own shock, his own betrayal. he left that night and i fell apart in our bed. crying hysterically. missing him. not knowing when he would be home.

the next day he was back. outwardly i was forgiven. told to not do it again. the hurt was suppressed.

he “moved past it” with rapid speed. this hurt too.

i remember not being able to say i wouldn’t do it again because i didn’t trust myself. i didn’t know what to do when the same feelings rose up again. after giving into the escape, i began believing i was the “bad one.” instead of identifying my thoughts as thoughts and not me, i surrendered to believing i was wired wrong.

i didn’t think any other women dealt with the same because i never heard anyone talking about it. this was *culturally* always a man’s issue. i added more to the negative feedback loop – *too needy, demanding, bad wife, dysfunctional, broken beyond repair*

how could i say i wouldn’t when i hadn’t examined the root of the issue?

the pain deep deep down. the pain perpetuating the lies, which perpetuated the thoughts, which perpetuated the actions.

man, i am a shitty wife.

i need too much. i ask too much. i’m broken and can’t be fixed.

the dialogue between my ears was no longer – I cheated – instead –

I am a cheater. 

the thing as a child i swore i’d never do, i have become.

the negative talk became stronger and i kept fighting harder.

i’d love to say the incident was isolated, but it wasn’t. because i was not intentional about eradicating the rotting root, the negative patterns would lie latent for a year or two. i’d think, “wow, i’ve really overcome this,” and then the perfect storm would stir up the disease.

life seemed to be working on the outside, and meanwhile my soul was chaos.

my husband had his own way of dealing – stuffing it, suppressing it. not blaming him at all – it’s a lot to process.

and i want to be clear – i am not claiming to be the victim or the villain. i will claim being very very human. and also not having the life experience or know how before of course – going through it myself.

oh the hurt i spread like infection borne out of my own pain.

fast forward to the summer of 2016.

randomly, i was invited to a workshop.

reluctantly, i attended.

and my life spun so quickly, all the pieces out of integrity flew into the open – i like to call this time, the clearing.

post workshop, God put a friend in my life who would sit with me in the ugly and process through all of it. she’s certified as a life coach, and served as a mentor and counselor. and thank you, thank you God – i needed someone to assist me in putting the necessary pieces back together.

she led me through a formational prayer process frequently. in this process (similar to a meditation) past pain would be revealed.

through these sessions, i pealed layer after layer. revealing why i thought the way i thought. revealing why i thought i was the “bad girl,” years before i put it into action.

in these sessions i began to open myself to the possibility of seeing me the way God sees me.

perfectly imperfect.

desperately in need of grace, and always allowed the sufficient amount


more than my mistakes.

because we are human, and all actions come with natural consequences, my marriage still ended.

the hurt i caused was deep. and while it broke my heart to feel i was too far past destruction to save the relationship,

i’ve learned.

oh, how i’ve learned.

and the empathy. the depth to which i now feel. the capacity to which my heart breaks over someone else’s struggles. i’m considering it a gift.

and what i take away most is this –

it all matters. 

when we’re so deep in our own pain, we don’t see it. vision is cloudy and distorted. but the power we all have individually – i pray we get the healing we need and use it, to throw a stone in the water and positively impact the other souls on this planet.

because something else i’ve learned –

the depth of my sin portrays the ability i have for LOVE in the opposite direction.

and my plea –

if you find yourself anywhere in (the abridged version) of my story – be intentional. SEEK CONVERSATION. share your secrets. SEEK HEALING. your action matters. your marriage matters. your relationships matter. your hurt matters. YOUR HEALING MATTERS.


we weren’t meant to do any of this alone. we weren’t meant to be perfect and prideful.

so, let’s start talking. find someone to share the messy with. and remember the underlying story – YOU ARE THE LIGHT in this messy, hurting world.

thank you for your grace in listening.

your turn.

february in ft collins

i was afraid of healing alone. it felt safer, easier, sweeter to move out of marriage and into the excitement of closeness with a friend. the way it was happening though was unhealthy and i’m happy for the not quite.

turns out what looked scary was grace masked. what initially caused pain and extreme discomfort was abundance, freedom, and joy.

to move to a new city, work wherever whenever, hike when i make the time, listen to ed sheeran and sit in my sweat pants while devouring whatever educational material i want/need to push myself toward a new goal – seriously bliss.

to introvert when i feel it so i can write and reflect and hone in on exactly what it is i’m absorbing at this stage in life, it’s a gd gift I tell you.

nothing to prove. nothing to lose. nothing i’m missing or missing out on by being here, focusing on growth. seeing providence and blessing.

allowing instead of resisting. allowing the time to contract and expand like an accordion. sometimes it’s busy and uneven and perfect. sometimes it’s spread and contemplative and flowy and perfect.

i’m not in possession of certain things or people, which only means i’m learning to love. more deeply, authentically, richly, joyfully.

love the becoming.

five years later & one week in

august 8, 2012 – when i searched WordPress and threw together my first blog post. LeGrand was an easy name to word smith and adventure was a given, so LeGrand Adventure it was.

nearly five to six years later (because time passes anyway) i’ve found myself at the beginning again. not really, though it does feel fresh, new, like starting over.

so here i am, harvesting the name from the experience and hushing the fears.

i played around with the idea of travel writing/blogging five years ago here:

in the gap between then and now, a lot of life happened. it probably needed to happen to accumulate the depth, wisdom, and motivation i’ll harness to put these words into action.

so, i’ll finally speak it. here it goes kids

in 2016, nashville became less familiar and i established new community in columbus, oh. over the course of 2017, i had fun calling myself a gypsy and living just a tad outside of responsibility – or in between nashville and columbus, often.

as 2017 rolled into 2018, situations and circumstances pruned distractions. well, i made the conscious choice to prune the distractions after taking cue from my environment.

in the small, deliberate actions, there was clarity. it was time. it is time.

you know the feeling when you’ve experienced a ton of heavy and chaos, and you can tangibly sense the lessons coming together like interlocking pieces spelling out the direction of your entire life?

no? well, i haven’t understood the feeling until now.

so at the end of last year, i made a decision. actually, i cried about not knowing what the hell to do and mid-pity party, my best friend called. now, she’s known me nearly twenty years, and she’s been witness to the biggest, hardest, weirdest (this may be it) seasons. i trust her judgement. we know each other on a heart level.

so when she called, the first thing she asked was, “what’s going on? how’s your heart?” exasperated, i flooded the phone line, “please, pleeease tell me what to do! columbus isn’t working and nashville doesn’t fit and i can’t stay in kansas city too long without feeling unmotivated. i need to move forward. i don’t feel prepared -”

“mandi, let me stop you right there…” exact words, i remember, “come live with us.”

wait what?” i’d been debating colorado eventually, when i felt more ready to kick off the mobile-lifestyle-adventure. in my mind, this was more of a march/april vision.

dana proceeded to tell me she had been reading a few days earlier and the idea hit her.

“we have a spare room and you need your people – and girlfriend we are your people too”

we were both in tears. i wanted someone to tell me what to do and she offered the next right thing on a freaking platter.

i was given time and space to think on it and we agreed we’d reconvene to talk logistics, but i already knew. this made the most sense when nothing in my current reality made any sense.

within a few days, plans were made. plane tickets bought. friends informed. with each forward step, the how became clearer.

and though i put super-intense, sometimes unreasonable pressure on myself, it’s only one week in and i’m beginning to see what this adjustment is all about –

and i want to share: 

  1. my vision of becoming a transparent author. this is it. learning, growing, sharing and over-sharing. sharing my frustrations, struggles, joys, mistakes – heartbreaks. i’ve noticed how reality and raw open up so much conversation, so much connection. and y’all – connection. i don’t know of any one thing more valuable.
  2. the tucked away dream of travel writing/blogging/ living as a responsible gypsy. because, we can all become beach bums, and then sustainability expires- what’s left? wonderful memories, of course. and my aim is to ask questions, do the research, and share how the dichotomy between adventure and stability can, do, and will co-exist in harmony.
  3. my need of reestablishment, reconstruction. if you’re healing incorrectly, it’s time to re-break and reset. and i wouldn’t say i was healing incorrectly – completely – but y’all, skipping parts of the struggle only wedges handicap in place of strength! so, through cursing the process, i still agreed to feel. it. all. knowing if i feel it all in real time, i don’t have to feel it all again later. surrender. open to taking the time, laying the foundation alone, finding me again. resilience.

“and it all starts to make sense…” -Nahko

also, i’ll be open with my vision:

  • jan – readjust, research
  • feb – repay, clear, research
  • march – see above, begin the hunt for a mobile-life-suitable vehicle
  • april & may – purchase vehicle, begin revamp adventure

sometime after may, i’ll wrap up the project and hit the road. this part is still hazy and unknown – beautiful. you’ll see the first step behind readjustment is research. this happens now, and questions are key.

pues, step one:


in brainstorming the “how-to,” travel and support yourself monetarily – what options have you found/experienced? for example, my best friend, dana, has the ability to take her life on the road via travel nursing. i could scout out new areas and substitute teach. and i want ALL the info. what opportunities make this type of lifestyle possible?

let’s begin this conversation.




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