Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

-Mary Oliver, The Uses of Sorrow (in my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Death Valley National Park. January 2017

Hi! 99% of you reading this are probably friends and family (Hi Grandma!), but for anyone else who’s stumbled across my page, thank you for checking it out, and I hope that you enjoy what you find.

My blog-newsletter-website-thingamajig is a way for me to track and share my travels and adventures with family and friends. Especially when I’m off travelling without a phone or service and everyone’s a bit worried about the destinations and predicaments I often get myself into 🙂

Right around Christmas 2016 I came across the poem above, written by Mary Oliver, and the words resonated with me. Life is far too short to be unhappy, get overwhelmed or stressed out by work, feel sorry for yourself, put your dreams on the back burner, etc.

North of Sorrow rose from the ashes of a challenging 2016, and became my landing page for reaching my goals and dreams.

Completing my thesis. Quitting my job to travel. Working on finding my million dollar idea. Writing. Growing. Job Hunting to find a job that allows me the flexibility of adventure and exploring the great outdoors. (Probably being ridiculously poor during that interim). And enjoying all of the little things in life along the way. So far 2017 is shaping up to be an amazing adventure.