Working Hard and Letting Go
Currently we are stationed in an amazing “small town with a big backyard” on the Eastern slopes of the Sierra.
Currently we are stationed in an amazing “small town with a big backyard” on the Eastern slopes of the Sierra.
I read an article this morning about depression from an athlete’s perspective. Then I read another from the view of a spouse dealing with her athletic husband’s depressive episodes.
It’s the vernal equinox and one of my favorite days because it means more sun, more warmth and more dirt. Spring with her longer days and shorter nights has always signaled a transition out of hibernation – a rebirth of nature. Though we often happily notice bare branches blossoming, seemingly overnight, or snow melting into…
I fell into the black hole again, deep enough to scare myself into finally reaching out in every direction I could think of 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.
One thing these last few months traveling have reinforced is my gratitude for perfectly timed personal connections.
What I am left sitting with these days, is some newly vacated space inside my head.
I have always loved the Eastern Sierras and was stoked to bring Paul to spend some time in the area. Driving down Hwy 6, onto the 395 and into Bishop felt like coming home for me. The Sierras stretch north and south as far as you can see and the town of Bishop sits at…
When I was small I wanted to be a baker. I told my mother that I was never having children because I wanted to always be the one to lick the spoon clean after mixing brownie batter.