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|About||🌴 Stop by for your daily dose of Caribbean vibes and a wry look at life on a rock. As told by one woman who created a life she loves on a tiny rock in the tropics. Humor, lifestyle, inspiration. 🌴|
|Mission||Inspiring women to kick their fear to the curb and make the change to live a life they love & be their badass best.|
Ahhh…to be an Island Girl. Sometimes it happens by luck and you’re born into it. For others, it takes a bit of work.
I fall into the latter category.
Once upon a time I had a “real world” job. It involved slogging away for 12+ hours a day in a drab, nondescript office building tucked away in the Pacific Northwest. It was boring. And my butt was getting big.
Then, one morning while stuck in yet another traffic jam, I had an epiphany. I realized that toiling for someone else (no matter how nice they were or how much they paid me) just wasn’t doing it anymore. Neither was the climate. I wanted to kitesurf. Hang out on the beach on my days off. Stop doing things and accumulating stuff that brought me no joy.
I wanted to live MY life (not a version that someone else told me should be my life).
So I acquired a climate appropriate wardrobe, bought a plane ticket and left my old life behind. I traded my Birkin for a backpack, my Ferragamos for flip flops and headed south. Far, far south. For a sabbatical of indeterminate length.
I ended up on a tiny Caribbean island. Learned to kitesurf. Got a tan. Met a nice Island Boy. And started living the dream.
Or at least trying to.
Because, you see, island life isn’t always one big umbrella drink with your toes in the sand. Nope. Some days it is just as challenging as any desk job in the “real world.” We just suffer in a nicer climate. And so it goes.
This page leads you to my blog, which chronicles my adventures – now, before and everywhere in between.