Great read that provokes thoughts on a rainy morning in Kilimanjaro. I don't have kids so I can't relate to any of that. But those dreams ... they come for many of us. Mine came when I was 52. And five years later I am in Tanzania promoting women motorcycling!

Not all of this of the dream life is wonderful. There are doubts and setback and fears. But, I feel alive and maybe that's what counts in the end. Seeing women thrive ... breaking stereotypes and boundaries ... chasing the dream that sneaked in one night🙏🏍❤️