Remembering

When the years away from what you love have faded the chaco tan so much you don't even remember what it looks like on your feet.

When you don't even remember the sensation of your hands pulsating after a day of climbing cracks in the desert. 

When your feet don't even remember what it is like to be tired.

Perhaps its time to re-consider what life is.  

What are the choices we make, who are they for, and which paths do we take?

For me it is a yin and yang with purpose in my work and quieting the crazy in my mind when I don't spend enough time outside. It's always been this way.  

I'm currently super fulfilled with work and have purpose, but the outdoors here are a constant fight.  

I logged into this blog and realized I had a half dozen, half written, unpublished posts over the span of 10 years.  When did my creative confidence become so low?

This will be the start to just hitting publish.  It's time to start writing again, and it's time to start adventuring again. 

Cheers to just hitting publish in all aspects.