On this day 23 years ago, I took my then 8-month-old son and bravely stepped on an airplane and went on a 13-hour flight.
I had traveled through Europe growing up, France, Italy, Sweden, Denmark and so on but either by car, train or ferry but I had never been on an airplane.
What wasn’t unfamiliar was the language barriers as I only spoke German at the time and little English.
But as I look back on the years, I don’t regret a thing. I remind myself of the experience, the courage and bravery getting on that airplane with my son who was teething.
I landed in Detroit, missing my flight to Oregon and the airline provided a hotel room. Being aware of culture is important but I didn’t know that people get you know tipped for bringing food to the room. It wasn’t a thing I knew growing up.
The next morning I was rerouted to Portland, OR – just to arrive in a blizzard. Yes, I was accustomed to snow but usually don’t venture out when that happens. The baby, still teething and running a wee bit of a fever.
My ride picked me up and we drove in the blizzard to their town, which apparently is nothing but a thing in OR. I was scoping it out but soon realized that situation in OR wasn’t working out and planned to return home, but not without a stop.
I hadn’t intended on staying originally but committed to my son’s father to get married because of love. It was love in every sense that you believe love is but we were also young and immature.
I fought judgment and criticism, trying to always stay true to myself and who I was, and I didn’t get married just to live here, that has never been part of my game.
Here I am 23 years later continuing to create the life I want and believe I can have.
I am friends with my ex-husband and we have 3 amazing boys together.
I have fought, cried, dreamt and grown so much since stepping off that airplane. I experienced love and heartache.
I experienced self-destruction on my part but learning so much more about it.
I learned that I can learn just about anything I want to and share my knowledge with anyone that will listen.
Why am I telling you this?
Because I want you to know that anything and everything is possible.
I had no idea what life would be like but I am grateful for all the experience that I have been able to live through, the good, the bad and the fucking pain.
Without them I wouldn’t be here right now, telling you to not wait for another goddamn second to go after what the heck it is you want.
I want you to be able to look back and say to yourself:
Yes, I did that.