In light of everything that’s happened lately, I’ve been reevaluating my life and my priorities.
I moved here in 2006, severely depressed. In 2007 I discovered hiking, and it sparked a new interest in, well, living.
Since then, my life has pretty much revolved around being outside in the mountains. I spend the whole year planning for the summer. I spend the whole week waiting for the weekend.
The problem with this is that I am devastated when those plans don’t work out.
When it’s raining, I spend the day stewing over lost hiking opportunities instead of going into Seattle to spend time with long-neglected friends.
When I’m injured, I obsess about missing out on the more challenging trips on my To-Do List instead of fully enjoying the easier, gimp-safe trail I’m on.
I want to truly enjoy my life and be here now without constantly wondering if there’s something better out there that I could be doing.
I want to make my everyday life feel fulfilling even though I am still not allowed to get a job or an education in this country. *mumble grumble*
I want to find the motivation for midweek endorphin boosts that don’t require a drive to the mountains.
I want a home (and a life) that’s inviting enough that I don’t feel like I have to get away from it every weekend.
I want a balanced life, both in and outside of the mountains.
I want to find smiles like these every day.