A woman’s place is everywhere.

There once was a little girl who loved the woods. When no one was looking, she’d escape to the trees, climb into a nook, and read a book for hours.

When she was sad or scared, the rustle of the wind, the whisper of the river, and the tranquility of the lake was what soothed her soul.

Yet, it was her brother who was brought on adventures. …


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There once was a little girl who loved the woods. When no one was looking, she’d escape to the trees, climb into a nook, and read a book for hours.

When she was sad or scared, the rustle of the wind, the whisper of the river, and the tranquility of the lake was what soothed her soul.

Yet, it was her brother who was brought on adventures. …


E2T Adventures Dream Check List

Like most people, I will forever recall the moment life as I knew it stopped due to COVID.

On a Monday night, before the shutdown, I was out to dinner talking about my plans to go to Miami to perform with my salsa team, the trip to Bali I’d take with my niece at the end of April, the International Figure Skating Competition in Germany in May, and my girls’ week in Mexico mid-June.

I was excited for my new kid’s yoga classes that I’d begun teaching, as well as, the launch of my business E2T Adventures.

I raised my…


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According to the Urban Dictionary, a Dirtbagger is a person who casts off the restraints of a conventional life to pursue their passion. Until this past weekend the only time I’d heard the term was when it was used as a verb not a noun and for me it meant that a person was a complete jerk.

Then I watched the history of rock climbing that came out of the Yosemite Valley in the 1950’s. The Dirtbagger’s, as they called themselves, were the grandfathers of rock climbing.

While the rest of the country was being tidy as can be, each…


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A flock of birds flew over me as I leaned back onto my kayak’s stern. The sun was beginning to set — the clouds backlit with yellow and pink light. I took a deep breath as the stillness of the pond relaxed my mind.

A new friend, a woman from Australia, who’d come to America to live the Van Life for six months, was paddling in circles about 1000 feet away. She hadn’t yet mastered paddling a white water kayak that was more designed to race down rapids and turn into eddies than it was meant to go straight.

Kind…


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When I was in high school my favorite teacher said, “The ‘A’ student will end up working for the ‘D’ student someday.”

I worked hard to get perfect grades and high SAT scores because I had been told since I was in kindergarten that it was the only way to success. More than that, I felt my intelligence was my worth, and to have anything less than an ‘A’ brought deep shame that I had failed.

When I look back, I wonder at the pressure my teachers placed on the children in my honor’s program. By the time I was…


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Have you ever taken advice or followed a person you thought was a bigger expert than yourself, only to get burned?

When I began my business, I had a vision of how I’d achieve my goals. I wanted to start small, just one event where people could come and try out everything on their bucket list. This way, they could overcome their fear of the unknown, try out experiences they never felt capable of doing, and be able to find people with whom they could continue their journey.

I had a sponsor for the event space, a few people onboard…


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“Why can’t life just be easy?” I said to my mom. “I oftentimes feel like I keep coming up against the same wall, slamming into it, and then running further back so I can get a better chance to scale over the dang thing.”

“Well at least you know the walls you want to leap over, some people don’t even have that.”

Her words weren’t comforting. It seemed that no matter how many hours I put into my new company, or how many attempts I made to create a brand and a community where people could have a safe space…


How Italy taught me the true meaning of living.

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Flute music floated across Piazza della Signoria in Florence, Italy as I walked along the cobblestone streets, the smell of roasted garlic being cooked in the local restaurants permeating the night air.

In my hands were two of my favorite things, a good book, and truffles from a small chocolatier. I strolled into the Loggia dei Lanzi and sat on a bench surrounded by artists who sketched the statues.

A police officer saw my tiny bag of chocolates and approached me, “You can’t eat in here,” I thought he said in Italian.

I smiled at him, and put the chocolate…


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We carry our phones everywhere. Drive down any city block, and you’ll encounter someone walking across the street who has forgotten to even look to see if a car is approaching as they stare at the phone their fingers tapping or swiping at a fast rate.

Our social connections are more digital than personal during our workdays, when we wake up in the morning, and even when we go to sleep at night. Oftentimes we’re checking our phones at a rate of every few minutes.

With this constant contact we feel connected to our friends and family. We are checking…

Marci Nault

Author of The Lake House (S&S), founder E2T Adventures, world traveler, figure skater, white water kayaker, dancer, keynote speaker. www.e2tadventures.com

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