Remember when "Should we?" was immediately followed by "Obviously!"
When saying YES and living in the moment required checking zero calendars?
I'm headed on a girls' weekend tomorrow with lifelong friends, and it always reminds me… there's a version of us that was once our anthem, our essence, our vibe, our rally cry.
She's about 24. Give or take a few years. Not necessarily in age. But in spirit. 🤩
She laughed a little louder. She lingered a little longer. She jumped into the fun just a little bit quicker.
Remember her?
Before the calendar(s) became her boss. Before the body changed in ways we didn't ask for. Before "building a life" turned into a full-time job.
And you know what else was there? There was ease. There was curiosity. There was that delicious, slightly reckless feeling of, "Why not?" (you remember 😉)
Somewhere along the way, that 24-year-old got a little itsy-bitsy buried. Under the beauty of life. Under responsibility. Under the quiet habit of "just one more thing."
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't trade a single part of this life. And still… I think we miss 24-year-old us sometimes. Because damn, she was Fun AF. 💃🏻
And I have a deep belief that traveling has a way of reviving her — in the small things, in the moments of quiet freedom, in Paris. 🇫🇷
You walk along the Seine with no destination. You split a dessert because it looks too pretty not to. You watch a street musician and don't check your phone once.
You board a sunset cruise, watch the sky turn pink, and wonder how you almost missed this. 🌅
And you remember 24-year-old you is still in there — like running into an old friend you forgot you loved, and suddenly, she's back in the rotation. ❤️
