I’m not even sure where to start with this, so here goes. I’ll just start.
I’m evolving. Or rather, I think this blog is.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately (again, groan) about what I want this blog to be. It happens when I have writers’ block, when I’m struggling to get posts out or connect with you guys. I send myself into this weird frenzy where I wonder: why am I even bothering?
That makes me so sad, because I LOVE writing this website. It’s my special piece of… I dunno, something… that is just me. Between kids and never-ending uni work and the husband asking me where his work shirts are (clean and in your wardrobe, dear *eyeroll*) this blog gives me an outlet. A chance to connect with people, but also to indulge in my own love of travel, and of writing. And at the end there’s something out there in the universe that I created. I really love that.
But yeah, I often wonder what the hell I’m doing. It seems so higgledy-piggledy. Like a little bit of this a little bit of that… but what is its purpose (other than something that is meant to keep me sane, but doesn’t)? I got to thinking:
If I saw you face to face, what is the one thing I’d want you to know about life? Or about my life?
I can’t really answer that in one sentence unfortunately. So I made a list.
- It’s okay to take your kids to the swim-up bar, order them a milkshake then down a couple of Mai Tais.
- It’s okay to send the kids to Grandma and Grandpas house for the weekend so you can go on a weekender with your childless friends and not have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn (even though you still will anyway, because body clocks)
- It’s okay to love your kids so hard it hurts but then want to scream and run in the other direction when you see them coming for you because you are so goddamn exhausted
- It’s okay to answer, when your friends ask you what your number one tip is for traveling with kids, “DON’T BRING THEM”
- And it’s okay to word vomit all over everyone you meet about how amazing your kids are. Because they are.
And, yep, I look back at that list and I notice, they’re all kid-related. This was never meant to be a family travel blog. It was always meant to be a blog for women who love traveling but were sick of seeing endless #LocationIndependent digital nomad influencers all over their Insta feeds. It was supposed to show that it’s okay to be ambitious, and still want a family, and your own home, AND to travel.
But the thing is, I have kids. And I love them to bits.
They are, like it or not, the biggest part of my life right now. That will eventually change, but right now they’re so little. And I don’t want to pretend I don’t have them in case I alienate the people in my audience who don’t want any. I’m 100% all for women making their own choices. But the thing is: I made mine. I chose to have kids, and relatively young, and it impacted on my career so greatly that I chose to pursue a different one. That’s MY story. But everyone’s story is different.
What I’m realising is, I can’t try to create content on this blog that is consistently relevant to everyone, because if I did that it’d be bland, uninspiring, and no one would want to read it. This ain’t Nat Geo, or Lonely Planet.
So, I’m going to be specific from now on.
I’ve always promised to be honest here, and I am, but sometimes I’m still inauthentic because I try to be all things to all people.
So more sarcastic Insta captions from me which lead to people thinking I have a drinking problem (I don’t by the way, I don’t think). More Bad-Moms-esque parenting fails and travel fails and general life fails because… well, that is pretty much my life. And less bullshit “travel is the only thing that makes you richer” type gag-fests.
If that isn’t your thing, no hard feelings. But if it is, hello! Let’s do this thing together. YES to amazing experiences around the world, whether it’s solo, as a couple, or with the kids. NO to guilt and feeling like we’re doing it all wrong.
YES to cocktails at the pool bar. I’ll have the milkshake my kid is having… just spike it with some Bailey’s please.