It’s been awhile since I have hiked up any sort of mountain, but if I remember correctly just before any major hike starts there’s a pause — to mentally prepare, to be sure everything needed is on hand, to make sure nothing unnecessary is in tow.
Earlier this year I could feel it – the ground started to steepen, so to speak. There were life changes that were coming (a new baby, a new business, just to name a few…). Noticing it was harder to keep a regular pace in all areas of life, I knew I had to make some decisions – keep what was going to help with this challenging time, let go of whatever I could that wasn’t serving me well – and so sharing my writing, along with some other things, was put on hold.
Similar to hiking a mountain, this summer has been both exhilarating and exhausting. We worked hard and thankfully we took a few breaks to catch our breath as well.
We savored time with loved ones and swam in gorgeous lakes, picked fresh berries, feasted on seafood and watched the sun set on the harbor.
We also had late nights and early mornings and days that went on forever just to get things done, to launch a catering business, to soothe a baby, to be parents… it all demanded a lot.
Looking back on this summer I would say it was hard but it was well lived. We’re in a better place for all the effort put forth and we have a mound of gratitude for all the people who have supported and loved us along the way.
This week I was reminded that writing and typing are not the same thing (read more about that here) and today as I started thinking about what to share in this space I can see that while I put most typing on hold this year, writing has been taking place all along because a large part of my writing is in living out the stories in the first place.
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“Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.”
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