This is probably my longest blog post to date but it is also the closest to my heart. I ask that you take time to read it and follow me
on my journey through Morocco…
Last week I embarked on a trip of a lifetime. I headed to
Morocco with a bunch of strangers for a spiritual retreat unlike any that I’ve
ever done. It was a radical self-love retreat and I loved every second of it,
even the uncomfortable super vulnerable parts. Going to Morocco for this was twofold,
I got to learn from other like-minded women as well as visiting a country that
has been on my bucket list for years. Flying though is not on my fun list. It
gives me anxiety and I’d honestly rather drive except driving to Morocco is out
of the question. I will say that nothing says “you could stand to lose a few
pounds” quite like an airplane seat and seatbelt. Unfortunately I was stuck in
the middle seat so the longest stretch was pretty uncomfortable. I will say
though that International airplanes have come a long way since my last time
overseas which was 1995.
