I am reminded this week that the best moments, the most meaningful intentions are those that we own for ourselves. I have been exposed to a plethora of different "ways of being" this summer from adventurous people that inspire me with their endless energy to push themselves and see new experiences and their quirky, off the wall personalities. From the start of my position, I found myself looking to all these amazing people to name my dream for me as they discussed their plans for adventure and where to go next. While the excited chatter circling my mental landscape was admirable to witness, it left me unsettled. Where did I fit? Where did I want to go?
After three months of pooping in the woods, being called every horrible name you could think of, sharing laughter over delicious soup, exhausting days and climbing rocks, I have found the gumption to claim it for myself. What does that look like you ask?
Well, it looks like vibrance. It looks like spliting off to create my own adventure. It might even look like riding a greyhound bus to Durango. It could be re-commiting to a gluten and sugar free diet, both on and off trail. Perhaps it is spending a night writing many overdue letters and words of encouragement. It just might even be a dance party in my room.
Whatever shape it takes, it boils down to the feeling that comes from small successes happening over and over in different areas. Small successes are what we have to put into practice each day in any which way. I rejoice in them. I reclaim myself. I restore a sense of being centered in myself, in god.
