Never too old to be a student. Never too young to be a teacher. – unknown
Sometimes thinking twice is the right thing to do.
I realize that my readers are not just from English speaking countries. They’re from all around the world. My former students at King Saud University in Saudi Arabia inspired me to not only complete my eBook in English, but
Dear Young, Old, and Somewhere In Between Traveler,
I took my first trip abroad at 26. I had the wacky, crazy goal to see all seven continents by 30. And it actually happened.
Once I got to Antarctica, I promised myself that I would make a snow angel.
A stroke tripped me up in 2007. I graduated from college four years “late” in 2011. Yet, I arrived in Antarctica in 2015 at the age of 29.
The roadblocks came. The tests came. Removing and replacing these words helped me in a major way:
Today, I’ll share a few moments from my travels around the world as we celebrate Dr. Seuss’ birthday. Oh the Places You’ll Go! Here’s a sneak peak of a few shots that I’ll share. If you’re not already following me on Instagram, be sure to follow me @karissadenae. 😘
To all of the staff at G. Stanley Hall, my time with you has been sweet and I wrote this one just for you.
Be of good cheer.
Have courage, you brave one, you.
This job is not for wimps.
Not for the
I received an invitation to visit the city of brotherly love.
Made a stop at Love Park.
And hopped around town a bit.
It’s been 22 days since my last post and a lot has gone down since I’ve last written you all. Well, it’s gone up, really!
First of all, after a quick Google a few minutes ago, I stumbled upon this article that was written a few months ago by Janice Gilmore for the Omaha World-Herald, “Her ailment proved to be a stroke of good fortune.” I didn’t know that it was posted online. I called the OWH months ago to see if they would post it, and they did. Woohoo!
Last week I was one of the 8,000 Nebraskans who flooded the Baxter Arena to hear from the most famous, current resident of the White House. Standing beside my oldest sister and my oldest nephew, we listened as President Obama spoke in our home state. Having my family by my side made me treasure that experience even more.
Days later, I was bummed about the gunk that I gazed at in the mirror. Did I touch too many rails?
I’ve taken a plethora of pictures this year and seen awe-striking sights galore. I was even granted the opportunity to visit that frigid continent of Antarctica and take in its serene and sacred spirit. But no picture, no sight or sound, no adventure compares to the photo above.
That picture reflects
What an honor to be a guest blogger on Brave Avenue! Be sure to read the article about my bravest moment thus far in my travels. You’ll be surprised!
Four years ago, I did something a little crazy—okay, maybe not crazy, but a little brave. I got on a plane to go abroad for the first time—alone. I didn’t know who would be meeting me on the other side of the Atlantic, but I had a feeling that it would all work out. Seven continents and 20 countries later, I’d say that my hunch was on point.
Out of all of my travels, the greatest bravery that I found was in surrendering. Releasing my motives, my agenda, and my plan, and courageously clinging to God’s perfect will was where I found extreme bravery. Braver than boarding a ship to sail with 90 strangers to the coldest continent on Earth. Braver than jumping beside a waterfall with only strangers at the bottom to see me surface. Braver than sleeping at a stranger’s…
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