Seeing the Northern Lights has been at the top of my bucket list for the majority of my life. And since I turned 40, I've been feeling extra pressure to see them. So in January, my husband and I traveled to the top of the Arctic Circle. It was an inconvenient (and expensive) trip, but we made it happen, and the lights were beautiful.
Fast forward three months. I've been buried at work. In keeping with my decision to escape to nature when I'm overwhelmed by work stress, I drove to the Upper Peninsula. It was an average Thursday night. But on my way there, I saw something in the sky near Wausau.
THE LIGHTS. And the further north I drove, the more vibrant they became. By the time I hit Bessemer, Michigan, the whole sky was a breathtaking mix of green and purple. The display was 10 times more beautiful than what we saw in Norway.
It was effortless on my part. And all it cost was a tank of gas.
Reader, seeing the aurora in Wisconsin on a Thursday may have been nothing but a coincidence, but it feels symbolic. The moral of my week is: maybe we need a little more faith that the things we want most will find us in time. I suppose that's an impractical and almost lazy mindset, but I see no harm in it, and so I'm giving it a whirl. Maybe we don't have to work so hard.
Wishing you a wonderful week of deciding what you want, and then practicing patience. See you next Monday. -Em
