This week has been terrible. I mean, terrible. So much so that today, when my fifth deal in a week fell through, I took off. I just didn’t go back to the office after lunch. I told the coworker I had gone to lunch with what was up, dropped her in front of our building and headed out with every intention of curling up in a ball at home and feeling sorry for myself all afternoon.
Instead, I turned left out of the parking lot and went to the gym, figuring it was more productive to be angry on a cardio machine. A little while and a lot of sweat later, I was sitting, stretching, on the gym’s balcony, finally calm enough to look around. Today is one of those glorious fall days I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist outside of Colorado: the temperature is supposed to be 65°, but it feels closer to 80° in the sun, with a breeze that promises winter is coming. And the color — the sky is that pure blue it’s supposed to be, and the trees run the spectrum from crimson to palest yellow.
And, suddenly, I’m not mad anymore. I’m not tired, or frustrated, or anything else. I feel good, content.
Granted, I still didn’t go back to work, but maybe today wasn’t a complete loss.
There's never going to be a shining light that leads the way.
Why do I always feel like I am running away from something? I never feel settled, I can’t get the “this is it?” thought out of my head.
Fatherhood. It's pretty amazing. Being a photographer on top of it just adds to the icing.
I ride. To explore. To escape. To experience.
Unplug. Explore. Get lost.The wilderness calls.The connected digital world has become too much. How many Friends do you have? How many followers? How many photos are in your Instagram feed? Social media has become not so social. People have forgotten what true connections are, what they can be. John Muir once said, "The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness."For me, no truer words have been spoken. I find that path in small bits and pieces on my regular mountain bike rides in and around Denver's Front Range. Flashes of clarity that let me forget hours of conference calls, WebEx and TSA agents. On several occasions this summer, I had entire days of that clarity. Days that are seared into my memory forever.It is like a drug. I am yearning for more connection with the earth and the mountains. That moment of being alive, truly alive, at your physical and mental limitations. The little bits get me through the week. The longer bits get me to the next adventure. The next adventure always leads to another. Finding them takes time and that's okay. The mountains are not going anywhere.
...and then one day you realize, walking in, that you have in fact just arrived.
A trip to the Denver Art Museum to explore an exhibit on Chinese Art before our trip to China!
Practicing how to use chopsticks at Kings Land Seafood Restaurant. "Xie xie" to the DCIS Foundation for all their support!
Measure life in terms of acceleration, not velocity. Momentum is everything.