1) ......so....for this and many other reasons.... is my parent’s church a cult? this is humorous on the surface, but also legit a question i have.

I thought I had posted about this already, but can’t find it SO! Earlier this year (before I knew about my cousin’s grad, etc.), I scheduled my yearly summer solo trip. I’ve essentially decided that - at least for now - one of my own conditions for myself for owning my own practice while maintaining a good life balance is taking some type of solo summer trip each year. This year the trip will be bigger than usual as I’m going to be flying to Denver, adding to my tattoo there with the artist who started my sleeve, spending time w/ my sister…and then staying in a roomette (!!!) on Amtrak for ~60 hours as it goes through the Rockies, Sierra Nevadas, and then up the West Coast to WA. I’ll then chill in Seattle for a couple days before flying home. To say I’m excited is an understatement. In the meantime, I am working quite hard to save money to make this work, and just CANNOT wait. I’ve always taken coach before, so I’m also curious what the roommette will be like. :D:D:D (Tangent: My sister is teasing me about this some bc her older coworker - late 60s/early 70s - has been going on and on about booking a similar trip for himself this year, printing out the itinterary at work, and talking about it tons….and he’s been telling her how it’s “so exciting to be in a roomette as he’s always taken coach,” and I’m like HELL YEAH IT IS, JOHN IS RIGHT, TELL HIM I AGREE).

Dude. It’s finally getting warmer here. I even ate & read outside at my local cafe this weekend. I love being able to spend more time outside comfortably….and I’m also excited as this means that we are getting closer and closer to paddleboarding weather. I’m so ready.

Somehow, my sister and I ended up talking about livejournal and I was able to pull my old one up and log in. This led to me then reading some of my old entries and…man oh man, if you ever want to be humbled, read  any blog-ish things you posted 10-20 years ago. Wild. Time and growing up are just so weird.