One year ago today my husband dropped me off in Durango at the southern terminus of the Colorado Trail. To say I'm feeling all the feels today is an understatement, unless I compare it to this day last year. That day I felt ALL THE FEELS.
Clipping the hip belt to my overstuffed pack, tears streaming down my cheeks, I remember saying to him "Don't tell anyone I said this, but I kind of don't want to go."
He hugged me and told me that if I wanted to get back in the car and go home, he would keep my secret.
I hiked 17 miles and cried at least 5 more times that day.
And then I hiked 468 more miles over 29 more days and cried countless more times. Before I even got home I knew that hike would be one of the best things I had ever done.
There's a quote from Glennon Doyle's book "Untamed" that comes to mind whenever I reflect on the month I spent thru-hiking the Colorado Trail:
Conjure up, from the depths of your soul, the truest, most beautiful life you can imagine. Decide these are not pipe dreams; these are your marching orders. These are the blueprints for your life. May the invisible become visible. May your dreams become your plans.
My world is a blend of ordinary and extraordinary. My truest, most beautiful life includes two cups of coffee every morning and an 8:30 bedtime, but it also involves taking risks, doing things I've never done and adventure that brings me to tears.
When you zoom out and look at your life, are you grounded by the ordinary and inspired by the extraordinary? Or are you stuck in the day-to-day, afraid to live more boldly? What's the truest, most beautiful life you can imagine? What's keeping you from living it?