So that’s it, I guess. The ending of an era. I’m on Funemployment now. Does that mean I have fewer responsibilities? Or more? I don’t know yet. I do know that it was appropriate to immediately drink a beer and take a nap. So I did that. Now there’s a Read more…
I changed a few more things, and I feel ready. I feel positive. I feel excited. I feel scared. I feel worried, overjoyed, concerned, proud, distressed, euphoric, tense, enraptured, tormented, distraught, and blissful. I hate that I’m walking away from my amazing and supportive husband, my wonderful animals, my comfortable Read more…
I sat in the Active Shooter Class at work and felt strange that I won’t have to worry about that in a few days. My run-hide-fight mentality will be reserved for yellow jackets. Granted, there are other dangers on the trail. Dehydration, heat exhaustion, snakes, bees, and snow…but no active Read more…
My wounds were oozing in patches. Everywhere. “Weeping” is what they call it, I think, but tears run down your skin much quicker than poison-oak-pus. So gross. Oozed until the pus crystalized and dried up, then oozed again. First my forearm, then my ankles, followed by my calves, and then Read more…
I squeezed myself into my hiking dress and smoothed down the sides. Pink and striped and lovely. It didn’t quite fit the way I wanted, but it was too late to lose that extra five pounds. A three day test run was just what we needed to mess with my Read more…
I’ve heard it said that if you know your “why?”, you can tolerate any “how”. Any amount of exhaustion or suffering or pain or heartache or disappointment you experience can be pushed through if you know why you are doing it in the first place. They also said if you Read more…
Nineteen actual days left of work. Nineteen more times that I have to put on business casual attire. Nineteen times more than I want to, but I swear it will be the last nineteen times of my life. I don’t ever want a job again that requires a dress code Read more…
The window was open. The rain fell in sweeping curtains. I pulled the heavy smell of desert rain deep into my chest and closed my eyes. I tried not to think about gear again. I agonized over every piece of it for so long. I could regurgitate the pros and Read more…
There is a specific moment in late summer. A moment every evening when daytime distinctly turns to dusk. It lasts less than a minute, but I can feel the temperature change. I can smell it in the air. It’s subtle, yet palpable as it slides between my finger tips and fills Read more…
In the morning, Aidan was feeling significantly better. We picked up the truck in Tuolumne Meadows and headed back to Carson City. Our dogs were happy to see us, but did not have the enthusiasm we’d expected from them. They’d been spoiled while we were away. We stayed there for several Read more…