1 day ago
A year has gone by since I declared, “More pines, less pining.” It was one of my finer and clearer moments in life, and has been the mantra since that day. Although the life lessons that shaped that new goal had come upon me gradually, that day was a significant bookmark in the chronology of my life; a new chapter of looking forward.
Oh, I’ve got plenty of thoughts on the last year. On the incredible changes that have happened in my life. On how my insides have been turned and twisted so many times, and the exquisite agony it’s been. You get a good look at yourself and what you’re made of when your organs are ripped out in front of you. I like what I’m made of.
It’s not been all guts and grit. Hardly! The last year has held some of the highest moments. I said “Not where, not what, but who,” and the who has made the difference. I have the best people in my life. Some of you might even be reading this right now. My who are the best who. Even former who’s, who might be watching from a distance, this last year of pure streaming joy was made by you, too.
It was a stellar summer. Look at those mountains! This year I heard the mountain heartbeat louder than ever. Her heart and mine beat in unison. Left foot, right foot, lub, dub, lub, dub. We hiked together and we laughed together and over and over I learned it again: More pines, less pining.
Get out there into the pines. It’s scary, it’s exhilarating, it’s unknown, and it’s only when you’re out in the pines that you hear your own heartbeat so clearly. Left foot, right foot, lub, dub.
A year ago today I resolved to look forward, to stop pining, and to go after what I wanted. The last year was scary and exhilarating, and more heartbreaking than I could have ever imagined—or hoped for. A year later and I’m again on the brink of another great adventure.
I’ll see you out there.