Unlike some gap year stories you may have heard, we aren’t filling ours with visits to a zillion countries or all the national parks in the United States. Instead, we’ve dedicated our year to slowing down, exploring our passions, and venturing inward more than outward. In a lot of ways, it’s about reconnecting and recovering from the past five years.
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My Ducks Aren’t Ready!
I panic, throw a bit of a tantrum, tell the universe I’m not ready, and then, the year comes anyways. Miraculously, I don’t die, the world doesn’t explode, and life seems to chug along, business as usual! It’s all rather disappointing. After all, what’s anxiety worth if not for a little drama! But I digress.
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It’s Not All Roses and Cupcake Farts…
There are moments that take my breath away, so full of joy and gratitude that I cannot think of a better way to spend my life but by taking a family gap year. There are other moments that make me wonder why we ever considered taking this journey and beg me to question my sanity when I thought a gap year with my family was a solid "plan." But mostly, the moments we’ve experienced these past few moths fall somewhere in between.