As I look back to reflect on my childhood I remember the many days of exploring and adventuring in the woods I got to enjoy. SO many memories of going hiking where there were no actual trails.
When my lil sis was born it seems like this part of me snuffed out. I became confused on how to be responsible and adventurous at the same time. I grew up and 'funned' down. I found enjoyment in new things like the sound of my kids' laughter, watching them learn and grow- sharing snuggles.
As I look to the vision of my future I see my path realigning to get me back to my roots, get me back to the mountains to be able to explore like I did when I was younger.
As I listened to my mom describe the young adventurer she saw in me I smiled, both on the inside and on the outside. I knew this girl and I love her...
I am working lavishly not to become attached to any outcome.
Yesterday I killed it on the hiking trail. I originally set a goal of 10-12 miles to help prep me for my Colorado and Yosemite trip. Initially the trail was decorated with rocks to scramble over, or traverse along the route. As I continued the hike, it flattened out and required less and less traversing. The details of the variety of colors in the rocks intrigued my visual cortex.
Felt a bit of sadness as I thought about all of the people I miss.
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