10/22/2026
Most of us can’t run away to a tropical island for recess. 🌴
There was a season I lived for the next trip. I’d push through three months on fumes, counting down to three days of rest. Come home a little recharged… then start the countdown all over again.
I called it surviving. I didn’t realize how draining it really was.
Then one year I couldn’t go on a trip with my old business. Everyone else was packing their bags, and I braced for the FOMO, the anger, the desperate need to escape.
It never came.
That’s when it hit me: we’d found the calm in the middle of the chaos. I hadn’t just survived those three months. I’d thrived in them.
That shift came after I started supporting my gut-brain axis and my nervous system. The chaos didn’t disappear. As a caregiver, it’s still very much there. But I changed. How I support myself changed.
So this week, as I lace up for another cold walk instead of a beach stroll, I’m at peace. 🙏 The trips are a beautiful gift. Not needing to run away from my own life is the bigger one.
Are you surviving until the next escape? Comment STRESS and I’ll share my quiz with personal supports for you in times of chaos and how to find your calm 💛
