free bird

March 5, 2024

  • Life flies. We have to hop on that jet and enjoy the ride, otherwise no adventure's to be had.

  • I think the new cat sitter and I could be friends, actually. She’s sweet. Good energy.

  • Not ready to go back, at the same time, I need to in order to get to work. I have a major undertaking with a new client. This could be my break, a way to have a sense of purpose again and regular income on the reg.

  • It's much less than usual, but comes with more clout than ever.

  • Do I really want to put my body/mind through all of that?

  • Uf, these MPs are super boring today. Probs cuz I feel rushed and not really slowing down to think/feel fully. Today’s entry is more of a chore, which creates content that bores.

  • I'd rather talk about more fun stuff anyway, like hearing his voice again.

  • It's fun to daydream about, if only for my own personal pleasure.

  • I'm staring at El Tajo Fuerte right now. It's so fucking fuerte. When I run the trail that looks up at it, I tell myself I’m fucking strong, too.

  • Even when that steep stretch of trail is kicking my ass, I'm kicking its ass, too — because I'm going. Moving on and up. Preserving.

  • My Smartwool socks had the word "PRESERVE" on them when I flipped the hem down. Subtle messages that move you. I felt seen there. As if my socks knew I just climbed that biatch of a mountain — having seen me want to give up on a few occasions, but never did.

  • Even if I had to slow or take a breather, I wasn't turning around until I got to the finish. My spot at the top.

  • When I got there, there was a lone bird soaring slowly, higher and higher. I felt my dad’s presence — flowing up the valley from the sea to be with me.

    It was so at peace. Free. Floating on freedom. Llena de luz y ligera con la confianza en todo lo que venga de las montañas.

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