I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
- John Muir
Two days ago, I hiked four miles up the side of a mountain, all for the sake of reaching this lake ^^. It was not an easy hike. I got multiple blisters on my feet. I almost ran out of water. At one point, we definitely heard a bear growl from an unknown location in the woods just off the path. But it was one of the most worthwhile things I have done in I-don't-even-know-how-long.
In order to make money, I do a whole slew of jobs that I don't especially enjoy, and I find it hard to look forward to them. I often complain about having to do them, and whenever I do, I wonder if I'm lazy. There are many people in the world who don't have a say in the matter, so who am I to deserve whining privileges? It's easy to get so wrapped up in this cycle of complaining and guilt that all productivity falls by the wayside, which only further reinforces my assumptions of my own laziness. And 'round and 'round it goes.
Until, suddenly, I break free and climb a mountain.
I feel a little ridiculous of how proud I was of my friend Kalen and myself for accomplishing our trek. It helped that we were both a little naive to the steepness of the trail when we started out, and that we totally underestimated how long it would take us to reach the top. But even when the trail seemed endless, we kept pushing on, getting a little bit more delirious with each step and stopping more and more often to take a break. My legs felt numb and my feet throbbed with pain. I was miserable. But I was also excruciatingly happy, because every time I stopped to breathe, I was rewarded with views like this:
And then we got to the top, and dipped our bodies in a crystal clear, ice cold lake, with not a single other soul in sight, and I got even happier, because guess what? Turns out I'm not lazy after all. I just need the right task in front of me, and I'm all in.
I've got millions and trillions more photos and thoughts to share from this short-but-sweet trip to Sequoia National Park. The wilderness never fails to rejuvenate me and remind me about what is important in life. It is my happy place. The hardest part is taking that wisdom and applying it to my everyday routine. I'm hoping that practice makes perfect; guess I'll have to start getting out of the city more often to test that theory.
Happy Wednesday, friends.