My honest question is, how's life? Are you as happy on Mondays as you are on Fridays? Are you at peace? Completely free to shed disguises around those with whom you spend the most time? If so, that's all anyone could wish for. Congrats.
I've become a helluva lot more relaxed and, honestly, learned what I really need to be happy and comfortable. Very little, actually. A one room bunkhouse in the mountains with a bathhouse 10 yards away. Relationships. Time with those I love. Music. Freedom to be myself. My dogs. A creative outlet of which I have found in my writing. Frequent laughter. Quiet moments with only my own thoughts to pierce a mindful silence. Meaningful conversation. Nature untouched. And of course, beer.
I no longer need to go to the gym 6 days per week. Though my size remains the same and, inherently, I am still quite active, I can allow myself a few soft spots and it feels good. It feels real. Nor do I have to make 40 grand a year and cry every morning on the way to work. I don't have to be perfect. Mishaps are part of everyone's journey though some cause more pain than others.
I remember sitting at our table last spring, and I recall you telling me that a thru-hike would change who I am. You were right. It did.
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I also remember your slivers of doubt that I could actually do the whole thing. Thanks. You have no idea how often your disbelief motivated me toward the end when I was ready to capitulate.
Life is good. Life isn't predictable. It's not a string of flat paths, but one of ups and downs...a loopy roller coaster ride or twisty, knee-dragging mountain road. A walk across mountain tops and through valleys, sometimes for myriad miles and many months on end. At times life is an angry river following a monsoon and other times it's a trickling brook. Take the risks you need to take to find what makes you smile as wide on Mondays as you do on Fridays.
I've become a helluva lot more relaxed and, honestly, learned what I really need to be happy and comfortable. Very little, actually. A one room bunkhouse in the mountains with a bathhouse 10 yards away. Relationships. Time with those I love. Music. Freedom to be myself. My dogs. A creative outlet of which I have found in my writing. Frequent laughter. Quiet moments with only my own thoughts to pierce a mindful silence. Meaningful conversation. Nature untouched. And of course, beer.
I no longer need to go to the gym 6 days per week. Though my size remains the same and, inherently, I am still quite active, I can allow myself a few soft spots and it feels good. It feels real. Nor do I have to make 40 grand a year and cry every morning on the way to work. I don't have to be perfect. Mishaps are part of everyone's journey though some cause more pain than others.I remember sitting at our table last spring, and I recall you telling me that a thru-hike would change who I am. You were right. It did.
https://appalachiantrailclarity.com/2016/01/04/2100-mile-journal-lessons-of-clarity/
I also remember your slivers of doubt that I could actually do the whole thing. Thanks. You have no idea how often your disbelief motivated me toward the end when I was ready to capitulate.
Life is good. Life isn't predictable. It's not a string of flat paths, but one of ups and downs...a loopy roller coaster ride or twisty, knee-dragging mountain road. A walk across mountain tops and through valleys, sometimes for myriad miles and many months on end. At times life is an angry river following a monsoon and other times it's a trickling brook. Take the risks you need to take to find what makes you smile as wide on Mondays as you do on Fridays.
www.appalachiantrailclarity.com - Life on the A.T.
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.
