The Trip that Woke Me Up

Five Days. Four Nights. One Wild Reminder of What Matters.

I just got back.
Five days. Four nights.
No service. No noise. No schedule. Just nature, my boys, and our three dogs — and more love and chaos than one king-sized mattress should ever hold.

We camped.
We played cards.
We paddleboarded at sunset with beanies on our heads and coffee in our cups.
We watched eagles soar overhead and listened to the wind braid its way through the trees.

And one night… a black bear walked right up to our cabin window.
She wasn’t in a rush. She didn’t roar.
She just moved through the night like she belonged there.
And I felt it deep in my bones:
So do I.

✨ The Morning That Changed Me

On our final morning, I woke before the world.
While everyone else —my boys I love so deeply, and our dogs,  — still slept tangled up in flannel and soft breathing, I took my board out one last time.

Beanie on. Coffee warm. Lake glassy.
And there, in the center of the water, I sat cross-legged in silence as the sun crept over the ridge. I meditated. I listened. I let the peace of it all fill the cracks I didn’t even know I had.

It was quiet.
And it was everything.

🔥 A Fire Lit Beneath Me

Something shifted out there.
Not in a loud, dramatic way.
But in that slow, sacred, soul-level way that changes everything.

I came back full.
Not of to-do lists or tasks — but of clarity. Vision. Presence.
And now I know:
I’m building a life that lets me live like that more often. Not just on rare trips. Not just when I disconnect. But always.

A life where peace isn’t a treat — it’s the baseline.
A life where my work supports my freedom, not the other way around.
A life where I wake up with fire in my belly and stillness in my heart.

This was more than a camping trip.
It was a call back home — to myself, to nature, to what truly matters.

And now that I’ve felt that kind of peace,
I’m not willing to settle for anything less.

I want to know — where’s your peaceful place?
That one spot in the world where time slows down and your soul exhales.
Drop it in the comments below…
Mine? Lake Granby. Every single time.