Be The Best At Being Better
I was preparing an alternative piece for this week. You were going to be reading yet another essay documenting my own progressive journey toward living — better.
I was preparing an alternative piece for this week. You were going to be reading yet another essay documenting my own progressive journey toward living — better.
The quest of living bravely must be taken without judgment nor hypercritical eye.
Another year is upon us. This offers an excuse, not that I need one, to reflect upon what I have accomplished over the last year and what I hope to accomplish over the coming year.
The first rule of depression is we don’t talk about depression. The second rule of depression is we don’t talk about depression. I’m a rule follower. I don’t make waves. I internalize my feelings — but only after denying them. I go to my cave. I distract myself. I self judge. I don’t ask for help….
I always think I want to come back here… I do love the miles of fun, rocky trails that are so easily accessible in the middle of miles of concrete.
My fingers ache from the cold, but the sun is cutting through the mist and warming them. I sit lakeside, the thick fog is moving quickly across the water revealing the bald and grey mountain peak on the other side.
One thing these last few months traveling have reinforced is my gratitude for perfectly timed personal connections.
Is there an adventure, race, or goal on your list that you haven’t yet been able to reach?
What I am left sitting with these days, is some newly vacated space inside my head.