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Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

Golly. It’s been a while since I logged into the old blog. I don’t mean to make it a thing, but look, it’s a thing. I’ve thought about blogging every day for the past week and each time I sit down to write, I just stare. It’s not a lack of interest. It’s not a lack of time, though time is at a premium these days. It’s just that I feel like I don’t have much to write about at the moment. I’m having a difficult time celebrating the little things when there is so much going on.

Conflicted between being extremely grateful and extremely aware of the rocky state of things in the world, I share a bit here and there on social media and move on, my attention span ever dwindling. But as my life goes on, I want to be intentional about embracing the adventure. Good or bad, these days are certainly an adventure! I hope I never stop learning.

Back in 2004, I took a trip to Peru as a student with N.C. State. I had a digital camera and took loads of photos and at the time, I uploaded them to some now-defunct website. I was trying to recall if I had saved them anywhere and eventually decided they must have been deleted long ago. I knew I had seen a few stray photos here and there but I really had no concept of anything beyond that. For years, I thought my evidence of six weeks spent in South America was gone.

When we recently had our attic insulated and I started going through boxes, I found a huge stash of loose Peru pictures! I sat there poring through envelopes full of my 6 weeks of fun, education, and culture with the biggest, dumbest grin on my face. My photos weren’t gone forever as I had thought! I was thrilled.

Even still, the photos were blurry or non-descript as is often the case with older photos. I didn’t care though because the memories just came flooding back.

cafe z in lima peru

Imagine my complete and utter surprise when days later I found an entire, complete and gorgeous scrapbook of my time in Peru! I am not lying when I tell you that until that moment I had zero recollection of owning, much less creating this scrapbook!

flying over the andes mountains peru

hike to machu picchu

Now that I can hold it in my hands I do remember spending a weekend with my sister in South Carolina creating it under her guidance and with her supplies. And it is the most beautiful thing I think I have ever made.

How could I have forgotten it?

camping on the inca trail peru

valle sagrado hike pisaq

beautiful cusco peru

In a roundabout way, this was just what I needed to keep blogging. This place is my memory. It’s for my important little miracles that matter to me.

While it would be great fun if wisdom and inspiration was just dripping off my every word, sometimes that isn’t my end game. I want to celebrate the little things that make life awesome, so here I am.

urubamba monastery

If those things brighten your day, it’s a total bonus, but years down the line when I am going back through these days, I just know I will discover the most beautiful thing I have ever made when I look back at stories of my husband and our amazing boys.

I know it will make my day, just like this photo album from 10 years ago. I realized that sometimes we get to live our adventures, while other times we are blessed enough to remember them.


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