…. But, I jump ahead. Let’s start in the beginning.
We woke up early at our RV campsite this morning … finally able to see what the place looked like since we had pulled in so late the night before. The field was quiet, the air crisp … and we rolled out with a little sadness knowing this was our last day on the road.
First stop was McBride, BC to gas up. The guy at the RV site had warned us that gas stations between McBride and Jasper were few and far between … and he wasnβt sure if any gas stations in Jasper could accommodate a camper van like ours due to the fires last year. We thought that was odd but didnβt want to chance it.
This stretch of road was completely new to me … and it was glorious.
We passed Mount Robson and we pulled over for a few quick photos before a Momma Bear and her cub happened to cross the road about 10 car lengths ahead of us. π» We had no one ahead of us so we had a clear view of their little journey.
Once we got into Jasper, we decided to skip the town and head straight for Athabasca Falls. Totally worth it. The power and force of the falls were incredible … such a great way to cap off our mountain portion of the drive.
After that, we made our way to Jasper Park Lodge β which, weβre happy to report, was spared during last yearβs wildfires. We sat down for a delicious lunch … I had a glass of wine, Scott had a beer… and we soaked up the view. Absolutely breathtaking.
And then … it was time for the final stretch.
We arrived into St. Albert just before 8 p.m., where my Mom and Dad were waiting for us with a big smile and the warmest embrace one can only receive from a parent. We gave them the full Trooper tour and caught up on everything weβd seen, done, and experienced along the way.
We snapped a quick photo to mark the moment … and just like that, the road trip from California to Canada came to an end. π
π Total Distance – 1,938 miles
Grateful for the journey, the scenery, the stories … and the person beside me the whole way.
We woke up this morning in the big field behind Birdsview Brewing, still feeling inspired from yesterday’s North Cascades views. Scott had a work call scheduled for the morning, so we were planning a Starbucks stop for Wi-Fi … but the universe had other plans. The call was canceled. ππΌ
That gave us a slow, lovely start to the day. I made Joanneβs Famous breakfast again (naturally), and we eventually hit the road northbound … headed “home”. π‘
Of course, we did find a Starbucks along the way. Would it even be a road trip without one?
Just before hitting the border, we did a final purge of Trooperβs fridge. Out went anything questionable βbecause if thereβs one thing weβve learned, itβs that you donβt mess around with fresh food at the border. #PreviousEdmontonExperience.
Crossing at Abbotsford was smooth and friendly. I handed over my Canadian passport (lesson learned years ago when I got scolded for presenting my U.S. one while entering Canada), and the officer simply asked about my U.S. status. I proudly told him I have a U.S. passport too, and he said, βGreat, have a nice day.β That was it. No inspection. No questions. Just a kind welcome home.
One thing I love about these crossings are the back roads leading up to them. The small towns, the farmer’s fields, the cows and barns … it all feels so grounding, like a soft welcome mat at the edge of the country.
After we crossed into B.C., we joined Highway 5, also known as the Yellowhead Highway, and needed to find a spot for Scott to take a call. He wasn’t about to risk being on video in the back of a moving van again (lesson learned from Day 1). We pulled into a perfect roadside rest area … seemingly in the middle of nowhere …… and within minutes, I had Starlink up and running with excellent Wi-Fi. The universe provides.
Scott jumped on his call. I finished and posted my Day 3 blog. There was even a roadside restaurant at the stop, so I grabbed us some lunch since we had absolutely no food left after the border purge. It all worked out perfectly.
Back on the road, I popped on Audible – I caved and starting listening to Let Them. I don’t know that I really love Mel Robbins, but I do like the content and intention she has for making us move through life in a better, healthier way. In all honesty and being completely vulnerable here, Scott sometimes prefers to focus on his work and listen to his music over my rambling or future casting … and Iβm learning to honor that (plus get something out of my solo time too!). Win-win. π
As we approached dusk, we were gifted the most beautiful pink and purple sky! We pulled Trooper and snapped some photos. Now THAT was worth waiting for!
A few other fun signs we saw along the way that made me smile, and proud to be a Canadian farmer’s daughter …
Just before 10pm we rolled into an RV site … Trooperβs (and ours!) very first campground stay. All our previous nights had been Harvest Hosts stops at breweries, orchards, and farm fields. But tonight, Trooper is plugged in like a proper van and weβve got a few neighbors around.
More tomorrow… for now, weβre just soaking up this stillness, settling into Canada, and figuring out how to slow down a little so we’re ready to spend time with the ‘rents. Who, btw, celebrated their 58th wedding anniversary today! I can’t wait to give my parents a long, big hug! We recorded an anniversary video and picked up the winning lotto ticket for my parents. π°π° What will we do with all the lotto winnings?!
πΊοΈ Day 4 at a glance
2 extra hours given to us (who doesn’t secretly love when work calls get cancelled!)
1 final fridge purge pre-border
1 Starbucks, obviously
1 proud dual passport moment π¨π¦πΊπΈ
1 Starlink hero moment
1 order of french fries AND gravy (one of my favorite food groups π
Today was all about the North Cascades National Park, nestled up in northern Washington. We had hopes of getting up early and out the door, but letβs be real … we are on vacation and “all the things” take WAY more time than we expect. β°
Then came the real adventure. β°οΈ We entered the North Cascades, winding our way through the mountain range, and our first stop was Washington Pass Overlook. And it was an expansive overlook with a long way down!!
Once my stomach made it back to where it belongs, we arrived at the Blue Lake Trail – a nearly 5-mile round-trip hike, which was beyond perfect. The trail was a dirt, single track trail, with a steady climb that resulted in 850ft of elevation gain and a beautiful reward at the top. Blue Lake was serene and quiet and the previous glacier still had snow nestled in several spots. We had a little snack up top, snapped some photos, and took in the views before heading back down. What goes up, thankfully, must come down!
What Scott and I always love about National Parks is the diversity of people you see out on the trails … grandparents, toddlers, families, couples, solo hikers, packs of girlfriends, groups of guys. Itβs like a little outdoor community parade, and we both love seeing people from all parts of the world enjoying nature.
After the hike, we continued west across the park along Highway 20, stopping at one of the most breathtaking overlooks of the trip – Diablo Lake Vista Point. It was insanely windy, but the views … OMG – drop dead gorgeous. The turquoise water made us stop in our tracks. Scott wandered right up to the edge (as usual) while I stayed a healthy distance from the guardrails, my legs definitely get a little wobbly with that kind of height.
Farther along we took in the views of the Gorge Dam before hitting the small town of Newhalem and taking in a small hike at the Trail of the Cedars. Complete with a suspension bridge and tucked near a hydroelectric power plant, this small town had an early-1900s industrial-meets-wilderness vibe.
By early evening, we arrived at our next Harvest Hosts spot, a brewery right off Highway 20. We were a little too late to hit the taproom, but we parked in a big open field with plenty of space and fresh air. The sky was overcast, which made for great hiking weather earlier but didnβt offer much of a sunset. Still, it was peaceful and calm, and the perfect way to end a full day.
Todays’s highlights:
The hike to Blue Lake … peaceful, quiet, and absolutely stunning!
The aqua waters throughout the park nestled between towering peaks!
The family that asked Scott to take a picture at Diablo Lake Vista … and then another one … and then a family video!! I don’t know how he finagled his way out of a full blown producer role, but we ran into them again at the suspension bridge. The man practically accosted Scott … as Scott acted like he didn’t know the man. π€£
That feeling of winding through majestic mountain terrain and Trooperβs first official National Park outing!
Trooper did great! The roads were twisty – had a few big drop offs and long stretches with high winds, so I definitely had some stomach-dropping moments … but Trooper handled it like a champ.
πΊοΈ Day 3 at a glance
1 farm stand stop, with at the silver lining being the ice cream purchase that is allowed to cross into π¨π¦
1 final fridge cleanout mission – definitely a lesson learned
Many great conversation topics on our 5-mile hike to Blue Lake (much to Scott’s chagrin … yes I love to talk on hikes while Scott loves to “just enjoy the moment” LOL)
Several stunning National Park overlooks
1 suspension bridge as our final goodbye to the North Cascade Mountains!
1 closed brewery … but 1 quiet night with the beer we brought along π»
1 nervous stomach (the downside of the beautiful vistas)
1 peaceful, proud Trooper moment and first National Park visit complete!
Tomorrow is a big day β crossing into Canada π¨π¦, just in time for a holiday. Itβs “August Long Weekend”, which in Alberta is often referred to as Heritage Day. Thereβs a big annual festival in Edmonton this weekend to celebrate it so I hope my family and friends are enjoying the extra break from work. Except Quebec … funny enough, it’s not a holiday in Quebec. They celebrate some french guy later in August π€£ so they still get a day off this month. Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day celebrates the feast day of Saint John the Baptist, a Jewish preacher and prophet. [In case anyone was curious.] π
We did not wake up at 5am today… and it was glorious! We woke with the sun, rolled over, and went right back to sleep. π€π€
When we finally did rise, Scott got out the camp coffee gear and did a proper pour-over for both of us. I sat nearby, journaling in the morning light. That practice – my morning journaling – has been with me for years, on and off, but it really re-rooted itself back in 2018 after a weekend at 1440 Multiversity with my best friend, Linda. We attended a session with Julia Cameron, the author of The Artistβs Way, a book I had first read 25 years ago. Sheβs big on morning pages … just writing, stream-of-consciousness, for 30 minutes. Linda has done it every single day since. Rain or shine, hungover or while traveling. Me? Iβve been less consistent, but for the past few weeks, as part of my 5am routine reset, Iβve been back at it! βοΈ
I asked Scott for his grace on this trip so I could keep up that morning habit. While I journaled, he did his morning routine – meditation, stretches, and a lot of coffee while catching up on the news. He looked like some yoga warrior glowing in the morning sun, right there in the parking lot of a brewery. π§
And then … “fill ‘er up!”. Thank goodness for Costco and $3.22 a gallon. We also grabbed a Starbucks before heading out of Bend, we’ll both admit it … the Starbucks was better than Scottβs brew this time. Sorry babe, but I appreciate the effort.
Once we were caffeinated and rolling, we tapped ChatGPT… aka Chatty … for help choosing a few spots along the way. And Chatty did not disappoint. One of the gems was Smith Rock State Park and it was the best! If you haven’t been – add it to your list! π§
Sheer cliffs, deep canyons, winding river, epic trails. We found a switchback trail that took us up the mountainside … and yes, I was a little nervous with the drop-offs, but I did it. πͺ. We came across a river crossing that only opens when the water is low enough. Itβs mostly for horses but … we crossed it on foot. It wasnβt deep … maybe mid-calf … but it was cool and refreshing and one of those small, magical moments. Youβll see photos below. Scott isn’t a very good rule follower so that alone made Scott’s day.
After the hike, we returned to Trooper and made lunch. Weβre starting a little ritual … back doors open, lunch in the van, view out. Todayβs view was that incredible rock face. Not bad for a mid-day picnic.
Then it was back on the road. π πΆ
We made our way toward Yakima and stopped at a winery … but not just a winery. This place had it all: wine, whiskey, pie, tomatoes. We picked up a gorgeous tomato salad to go with our dinner, then made our way to our Harvest Hosts stop for the night — an orchard, all to ourselves. It was peaceful, charming, and just perfect.
Scott barbecued dinner under the stars while I cooked the veggies on the induction stovetop. We got our Starlink working within minutes (that will be a great #vaninvestment) and wherever the saying came from … we were “Cooking with Crisco!”
We received a great pic of Ms. Torrie from our housesiters. Come one. She’s adorable!! We miss her. If we were home, weβd have been up at 5am feeding her, walking her. But we know sheβs in great hands with our house sitters. Sheβs probably curled up in one of her favorite spots, living her best life.
Tomorrowβs a big day. Weβre heading to North Cascades National Park. Scott is pumped. He loves National Parks. Before me (BJ, Before Joanne, haha) Scott was already on a mission to visit them all. Now itβs become our shared goal. We do at least one a year. We collect those ceramic coasters from each park and Scott guards his annual pass like itβs made of gold.
πΊοΈ Day 2 at a glance
1 Starbucks stop
1 Washington lotto stop
1 epic hike
1 water crossing
Trooperβs first State Park visit
Another lesson with our trusted toilet
300 miles on the absolutely stunning Hwy 97!!!
Crossing the 45th Parallel (and we’ll be at the 59th Parallel mid month!)
Our inaugural lunch in Trooper
1 missed highway exit (that turned into a silver lining with a much-needed gas stop… no Costco in this neck of the woods and the cost of gas sky rocketed!)
We started the day early. Our typical 5am. Well, let’s be honest, thatβs our goal typical wake-up time. And today, with a long list of things to prep, we actually met it! When youβre about to take a multi-thousand-mile (and Km!) adventure in a camper van named Trooper, thereβs no such thing as βtoo early.β
We said a teary goodbye to our sweet senior citizen Havanese, Ms. Torrie, who stayed behind with an amazing couple from TrustedHousesitters. Major shout-out to that community and thank you Stephanie and Liam! Weβre feeling totally at ease knowing sheβs in loving hands while weβre away.
We officially rolled out of the Bay Area at 10am. Thankfully, there was no traffic, and we cruised over the Bay Bridge and made our way up Hwy 80. Scott had a few Friday work calls to take, so I drove for most of the day, which was perfect – totally felt like my #SoloRoadTrip would have typically started out! We did, however, swap out once so I could take one inspiring call with a female founder doing fascinating work in science and health. (Letβs be honest though… aren’t all conversations with female founders inspiring?) Iβll be following her journey closely. ποΈ Thank you, Cata, for the intro!
π Route today: We started on the 101, hopped onto the 80, and passed through Redding … where the farm fields started rolling in and I soaked up the peace and stillness of mother earth. Then we joined one of my favorite highways … Highway 97. Itβs a lot of single-lane road, surrounded by farmland, forest, and mountains. We passed by Crater Lake, which I visited on my inaugural #SoloRoadTrip in 2019. No time to stop today, but weβll be back… Scott needs to experience her beauty too. Our final destination was Bend, Oregon, where we enjoyed dinner and a beer π» at Bridge 99 Brewery. And then, thanks to Harvest Hosts, we parked the van for the evening and had 20 steps from bar to bed!
βοΈ While I wrote this post, Scott pulled out the whiskey and sat outside enjoying the peace and quiet. I joined him and we drank the last of our nightcap together. π₯
π Roadside Highlights:
1 Starbucks stop (the upside with Trooper is the bathroom onboard .. the downside is less stops for my Chai lattes π
Filled up at Costco in Redding where gas was $3.81/gallon (yay, the cost is going down!)
Temps hit a toasty 37Β°C (99Β°F) … AC and cold drinks were non-negotiable
Spotted a βDunkinβ Coming Soonβ sign, which made Scott (Boston born and bred) light up
Bought our ritual lottery tickets … one per gas stop, one per state … manifesting that millionaire van life π°π
Love’s was a life saver … and we’ll leave that story for another time π€£
π§ We had The Highway (SiriusXM) playing most of the way. Thankfully, Scott shares my love of country music. When Scott was on calls, it was Podcast and Audible time for me! ποΈ Iβm into a great little story on leadership and influence right now so highly recommend.
πΈ Odometer at start: 5,099 miles π― Estimated drive time: 8 hours π Actual drive time: 10 hours (with joy, scenic stops, lotto ticket purchases and quick driving swaps)
And while this isnβt exactly a solo road trip… it technically is the #SoloRoadTrip+1. Iβll still claim the true solo journey on the return drive later this month. Gotta keep the tradition … and the hashtag … alive.
π» More reflections tomorrow. For now, cheers to the open road, good company, and a very full first day.
Itβs the night before we hit the road, and Iβm equal parts buzzing with excitement and absolutely wiped out from all the prep. This is my fifth annual road trip to Canada, well, almost. I skipped one year (thanks, COVID 2020), but otherwise Iβve done this every summer since 2019.
This trip is extra special. Scott is joining me for the outbound journey, which officially makes this yearβs adventure #SoloRoadTrip+1. Trooper, our new beloved camper van, is packed to the brim with gadgets, gear, and enough collapsible storage to make even Marie Kondo weep with joy.
Letβs talk Amazon for a second. If you search βRV essentialsβ or β#vanlifeβ say goodbye to your money and hello to a flood of packages. For weeks, our front door has looked like a fulfillment center. Itβs been straight-up Christmas in July. ππ¦
Hereβs a taste of what weβve added to Trooper:
Induction stove pans with clip-on handles (game changer for storage)
Sustainably friendly dishware and Tupperware that actually fit in our teeny drawers
Yeti mugs for βοΈ … tumblers for π·and π₯
Collapsible containers, baskets, and bins (Yes, I am a space-saving queen!)
A sizable fridge filled with food and drinks for nights when we want to cook vs. hit up a brewery or winery via Harvest Hosts
Today was one of those final-prep days, but with a few lovely surprises. Scott and I met up with one of his high school friends and his family who were in town. We had a quick drink with them at Kincaidβs before he had to head into the city for a work event. After that, I zipped home and finished packing … while watching season six of #Younger. Whitney and Jennifer (not Jen) – you are right. I don’t want it to end!
But now Trooper is loaded! The snacks are prepped. Gas tank is full! My podcast and audible list is all queued up. And the feeling? That beautiful blend of anticipation, nostalgia, and adventure.
This yearβs Canada leg is packed with heart:
My parentsβ anniversary is next week π
My sisterβs birthday is around the corner π
The annual WeMeet Fedeyko Family Reunion is happening π»
And a very, very special side trip is coming: a journey up to High Level — the farm I grew up on. My dad (who homesteaded and cleared that land back in the β60s and farmed it for almost 35 years) will be riding in Trooper with me, Scott, and my uncle Dennis. I may not remember much from childhood, but my dad remembers everything. And I canβt wait to walk that land with him and celebrate Scott and mines 4th year anniversary from SW 2 110 17 W5.
So with everything checked off the list, tonight is about one final sleep. Tomorrow, we roll.
As some of my friends and family might have suspected, Pavan, Tyler and I all woke up “a little rickety” (as my friend Juergen likes to say). π
When my friend Moselle called me to catch up (which unfortunately was interrupted by my phone showing “SOS” and no-wife signal on the Coquihalla) her first words were “you sound tired”. Ahhh … I love that you’re the consummate honest friend, Moselle.
But … like most events in life that come with a little extra wine “it was worth it”.
After morning coffee and more catch up, I headed out on my way. Next stop – Kelowna, BC.
On the road, I finished listening to Jane’s memoir (where me, Julie, Moselle and Christy all got a shout out cameo appearance!!). Today’s drive included more silence with the radio off. A more reflective drive and an opportunity to listen to what my heart was saying. It was easy to do because the drive was beautiful and the internet was not available. But I was so moved by Jane’s story, I needed a bit of time to simply be in the world.
Traffic was terrible leaving Seattle but one thing I love about going through smaller border crossings into Canada are the roads that take you there. They are through farm land and small towns, and I try to imagine what people do in these small towns. Actually, I know that answer having grown up in a small town myself 800 miles from “the big city”. I respect the simple life. But when I was growing up in High Level, I didn’t know the world was bigger than that town, or had so many opportunities. Today is different … yet these small communities still exist (and hopefully thrive). As I get older, I’m more inclined to find places that slow thingsdown versus speed things up. So driving on these backroads and entering a small border crossing, well it suits me just fine.
I’m always grateful when the border patrol says “Welcome Home” and hands me back my Passport. I want to scream “Wahoooooo!” but don’t because those border patrol people are very serious and I don’t want them to change their mind. But inside I’m smiling! BIG TIME!!
The Coquihalla Highway is beautiful but let me tell you something … there is not one Starbucks along the way! There were barely any turn-offs. I don’t know if I saw ANY. And I was looking. Thankfully I was distracted by view until I finally hit the Visitor Center just outside of West Kelowna. I could get out and snap a few photos of the breathtaking landscape.
Before I went to my friend Janice’s, I looked up “wineries nearby” and said “Add Stop“. Hair of the dog?! Ha ha .. Actually I just wanted to sit with my thoughts and reflect on things a little bit before heading to see my friend.
Matthew and Janice are “early to bed and early to rise” which suited me perfectly and gave me time to craft my Day 3 blog, write my gratitudes, do a little reading, and get a good night’s sleep.
Janice – thank you for the delicious spread of locally sourced food and yummy wine. Fun to think back to 2014 when we first met in Kelowna. I love how our lives have criss crossed and weaved together effortlessly over the decade. I feel blessed to have forged a friendship with you over the years.
We didn’t take a picture tonight (I’ll be sure to get one tomorrow!) but funny enough … I pulled up this photo from my very first #SoloRoadTrip … the date on this photo is July 26, 2019. How crazy is that!
Of course we don’t look a day older today then we did back then!
And just to show that I’m no fashionista and maybe need to spend more time updating my wardrobe … I’m actually wearing the exact same outfit that I did that day 5 years ago! AND … as I was dressing this morning, I had a little spidey sense that it might be the case. Same thing when I heard myself say “you should double check that the address in your phone is indeed where Janice stills lives”. Ha! Well, I gave the woman a little scare and a smile since she opened the door and saw someone standing there with a bottle of wine and suitcase in hand!
And this photo was the start of something for both of us. You, a new business. And me, my Womenβs Leadership Unconference. God I love making cool memories.
Well the month of August flew by! Before I embark on my #Solo(Return)RoadTrip to πΊπΈ … I thought I would share some of my highlights!
Celebrating my parents 54th wedding anniversary … and my sister’s um, 30th birthday π
Another 50th birthday celebration with my wonderful high school girlfriends.
We all turn 50 this year and I’m so proud to say that out loud because I think we all look 25! Thanks Tanya, Tracy and Tamara for all of the great times together! It wasn’t easy but we pulled together a few gatherings .. not to mention the few quick beers π» we snuck in from time to time as well!
Since I of course, had time on my hands, I took up golf lessons while I was home. And I went back to the very first place that I picked up a golf club … about 30 years ago. β³οΈ Thanks again, Mike, for introducing me to the game of golf. That, and moving to San Francisco, are two amazing gifts from our time together.
I experienced real progress (1% better is my motto!) after weekly golf lessons. Tannis and Z … I look forward to showing off my new skills at the HMB links! ha ha <grin>
I enjoyed a lot of walks .. some alone, some with friends, and some with a Saint in my back pocket.
I went back to my roots and had not one, but TWO nights of pickles with my family! And I’m so excited that I have a case in the back of my car to enjoy while I’m back in California.
We enjoyed some cool extended family time — we visited my 97 yo great aunt, as well as had an annual Fedeyko WE MEET reunion, virtual again this year but it was so much fun I think Amy and I are going to organize a WE MEET virtually more often. Except next time, we’ll send the link, Uncle D! LOL
Mom and me, of course, enjoyed some wine!! And on some nights, I enjoyed some Whisky! (I couldn’t let my fans down without sharing some of these moments, right?!)
The weather was absolutely drop-dead, gorgeous almost every day I was home. It was weather like I remember it growing up on the farm in High Level. I took advantage of the amazing backdrop + weather for an alternative to my normal office.
AND I got to meet an amazing group of Edmonton women that I’ve been working with over the last year. Thank you Cara, Anjali, Kennedy, Nicole, Noelle and Sabrina for your support, passion and collaboration! I’m excited for all the things we are doing together.
I am taking home a few gifts from my mom. She’s always asking if I would “use this” or “wear that” … and then next thing – poof – it’s mine to enjoy! π My mom was always so creative with crafts … from ceramics to cross stitch to knitting and painting .. she did it all – and beautifully!! Here is a gift I get to take home with me. Thanks, Mom! LOVE β€οΈ
I might update this post with additional memories, but as I embark on my #SoloReturnRoadTrip, I wanted to share a glimpse from the last month.
It’s always SO great to come home to π¨π¦. Thank you to my family, friends and colleagues for making it memorable and fun!
And now … I look forward to the “Positive What If!” that awaits in San Francisco!
Oh and … NW 35 109 17 W5 … Which won’t mean anything to most of my readers right now, but it might show up in a future blog post. π
last night as I lay in bed, i was reflecting on some people in my life. colleagues. mentors. friends. close relationships. strangers. and i started to feel down. started to feel like I couldn’t compete. started to spin with the thought … “what have I done? … how do i compare? … am I enough?”
so i pulled out my journal and i began to write. because even though my head tells me that i am enough … my ego was getting in my way.
I have a friend who doesn’t like chick flicks. Granted, my friend is a guy and I feel like chick flicks are better understood by women anyway, but still, I get where he’s coming from. His rational is that they give false hope and aren’t based in reality.
But wait, isn’t that the point?!
The sole reason I love chick flicks is because of that exact point. I know that they are fantasy. I know they give us the sad story so that there is a happy ending. And because it’s a chick flick, there is always a happy ending.
While I know that the chances of Mr. Right bumping into me on the street isn’t high. And that going from rags to riches is a long road full of hard work and a lot of luck. But I do believe in miracles and a good chick flick makes me feel renewed. Like I can accomplish anything.
It inspires me to put pen to paper.Β To smile a little wider. To take a moment to appreciate life’s simple pleasures like sunshine and dinner with friends. And it makes me plan. Because I believe that life happens with a plan. And a little faith.
So – for me, it doesn’t matter if the film is not based on reality and has no hope in hell to happen like that for me. At least, for a little while, I’m on cloud nine and I feel like reaching for the stars. And in all likelihood, I’ll get farther because of the inspiration I felt and the determination that followed. And for me – that’s more than enough.