The anxiety has officially set in and it looks like 29 is the magic number. But my looming 30th birthday isn’t what I am referring to.
Bust. My first trip to the Las Vegas Strip will also most certainly be my last.
It’s no secret that my page has been quiet for nearly 2 months. Prepping for the move and making sure I’ve got my head on straight takes a lot of work. I’ve also been working hard on directing my life very intentionally and reevaluating what I allow into it.
Here is how I’m keeping from pulling my hair out.
I started (really) hiking about a year ago. And I have now completed 25 different hikes in the area and logged over 150 miles.
The second half of our trip was to be spent in Cancun. The only thing on our to-do list was Chichen Itza. Other than that, the goal was to relax on the beach with a drink in hand.
When Laura and I decided to head to Mexico, we opted to split our time and head to the small town of Tulum for the first half of the trip.
We were supposed to be going on a full day hike that included sunshine, the lake, a big group of friends and a few beers. But of course, plans change and people get busy and I get injured. Stupid ankle.