I used to be the person who’d panic over anything going “off plan.”
If something broke, didn’t work, or veered even slightly from the itinerary—I’d unravel. Cue the stress spiral, racing thoughts, and total shutdown.
But today? Our RV slide broke. Drawers were stuck. Cabinets blocked. It would’ve been so easy to say, “Let’s just go home.”
But we didn’t.
We problem-solved. Laughed. Made it work. And then had one of the most beautiful days I’ve had in a long time.
Lunch + ice cream at Snoopy Pier. A drive on the beach. A freshly marked sea turtle nest (I missed her by minutes—but the energy from the team guarding her eggs? Unreal).
And here’s what really hit me: this isn’t just an RV story.
It’s a me story. A nervous system story.
Because the version of me from even a year ago? She wouldn’t have handled this with grace. She wouldn’t have fed the “positive dog,” as The Energy Bus puts it. She’d have fed the chaos one instead.
I’ve been working on myself. Therapy. Habits. Gut-brain support. The works.
And I can’t say it’s just one thing that’s made the difference—but when all the pieces started coming together?
So did I.
This isn’t about being “fixed”… it’s about finally *feeling equipped.*
That’s why I don’t travel without what’s working for me.
I don’t gatekeep it either.
But I’ll let you ask. 
Because I think you’ll know if this post is for you.