William Allen White
After a week in Gandía, I have this to say: Duck, Duck, Goose is a guaranteed hit; instant coffee tastes like travel to me; and there are oranges everywhere.
There’s this ridiculous post going around right now called 'Don't Date A Girl Who Travels'. It’s meant to be tongue-in-cheek, but comes across as almost a threat: any and all men who can’t keep up will be trampled under the Chakos of these wild and miraculous sun-kissed beauties. UGH. Can we please, just for a moment, acknowledge when we’re being reductive!?!
Women travel for different reasons. We do it for adventure, for work, for a tan, or maybe because we identify with a world community that is bigger than our nation of origin. I get that the author of the blog post used the word travel to mean ‘goes backpacking’, or ‘takes Intrepid/Gap/Dragoman tours’ or ‘dances topless at a Full Moon party’, but I resent that taking part in those activities is presented as incompatible with such concepts as ‘holding down a job’ or ‘being on time’. The post also seems to indicate that all women who travel are impossible to satisfy in a relationship, so the message is hey guys, don’t even try.
Well, in spite of being ‘a girl who travels’, I am currently in a marvelous, stable relationship. I almost always wear a watch, because I value punctuality. I have had the same job for 8 years, and in that time I have traveled solo to Ecuador, Morocco, Ireland, Fiji, blah-blah-more-countries-sounds-like-bragging. I have not ‘wasted’ my college degree, I’ve used it and expanded upon it. Travel was my first true love, but like all loves, in addition to bringing joy, it caused me pain and stress and occasionally despair. Yes, I have great stories, and if you ask, I’ll gladly tell you.
I supposed my reason for writing this is to encourage women who do travel or who want to someday. Please don’t read that post and think, damn, if I travel, the world will see me as flaky and difficult and too independent to need anyone. I won’t lie to you—there are people who will make those assumptions, and it will be frustrating to combat the stereotype. It is possible, however, to be on time, and be loved, AND dance naked beneath the full moon.
(yeah girl, punch that boring hotel art!)
The Brisket calls it ‘bouncing’: ‘Babe, how long do you need for your bouncing?’ or ‘Is K coming over to bounce today?’
I call it wildly uplifting cardio-dance with motivating self-loving creativity-boosting delicious affirmations. Einstein was right (ha—understatement award goes to ME): Nothing happens until something moves. These workouts will move you inside and out.
I bought Shrink Session in January of 2013 because K sent me a link. Mostly I’m a distance runner, but I was on tour in wintery places for the first 6 weeks of the year, and moving to Chicago in February, so indoor workouts that I could do on my schedule were absolutely necessary. I was also in need of a boost—winter and work were wearing me down. Shrink gave me a trainer I looked forward to seeing, a community of support and encouragement, and most importantly, integrated my love of self-help with my need to work up a righteous sweat.
Full disclosure: I bought the program thinking hey, if I do each of these workouts twice it’ll be about what I pay for a drop-in yoga class…but that was a wild underestimate of how much I would love Shrink. I have logged hours upon hours doing the workouts, the journal exercises, and listening to the meditations. (Hello, flight delays? Instead of blind rage, I’ll take 11 minutes of soothing inspiration, thank you)
Try the sample workout. I dare you. Shut the door and say the affirmations OUT LOUD—I promise, it will feel oh-so-good!!