I’ve been staring at this blinking cursor for the last two hours. Am I out of stories to tell? Am I out of feelings to share? Am I just in need of a new adventure?

My trainer looked at me the other day after I told her I was feeling extra antsy and needed to just jump on a plane and go somewhere that I had “Spring Fever” and that since I never had any crazy Spring Break adventures in my life, I was due for a crazy, bikini wearing, sun tanning, drinking party till I pass out binge somewhere.

So, I got on Southwest Airlines and am about to book a flight to Denver, CO, for an extended weekend in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with limited internet access and nothing to do but read and other nature-y type stuff.