Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Since my dad died, I've looked at my life differently. I've decided that while I may not be able to jump in feet first to somethings I've always wanted to do, I could at least begin the process. Kind of like how you eat an elephant, one bite at a time.
Realistically it would be irresponsible for me to begin a thru-hike now. I've got responsibilities to my family. My job guarantees an education at a good university for my kids. But I can start small by continuing weekend hikes and beginning with week long hikes. I love the idea of being on the trail for 4-6 months but do I trust myself enough to set off on my own? And to stay with it when I forget everything that drew me to it in the first place?
I've got to find out. I suspect I'll be fine. I know, however, that I've go to learn to trust: myself, my family, my friends, and in this case, the white blazes. Physically I am as prepared as one can be years out from an epic hike. Mentally - I could use a little work. I'm hoping that by the time my last child has graduated from college that I have the courage to turn in my two week notice and catch a ride to Georgia.
I'll do it. I know I will.