For some reason winter will not let go. This weekend the temperatures plummeted. Winds picked up, and it was rough at times to be outside. Yet I made my way outdoors taking in every moment I could. Taking pictures, hiking, skiing and living. Another weekend draws to a close, and I find that I am sad at its passing. Again I am looking at a week of being contained to an office. I cannot help but mark the weekends passing with sigh.
I understand the place that work has in my life. I will throw myself fully into the task I am looking to accomplish. But over the last three years I have found that I lose motivation when I am inside all day. There are many who thrive in this environment, I am just not one of them. An educator along the way had told me “there is no money in writing” and I believed them. It would be easy to blame them outright, but its not fair. When it comes down to it, I made the decision to listen to their advice. I have gotten a late start, but I hope I can catch up, and make something of this.
I thrive when I am outside taking pictures, or writing about something I love. I want to take my passions and turn them into a career. I want to do something that I love and to document the beautiful things I see. There is so much out there is this world of our that I want to experience. I want to break out of this regimented life I am leading. I want to take the photos that I take and the lines that I write and try to make an impact.
I want to travel. To date, I have only been to a handful of states, and the furthest I have ever traveled is Washington D.C. I want to go out West, I want to see Yosemite, and the High Sierras. I want to walk through Yellowstone. I want to stand in the Badlands, and see the plains. I have worked so hard, and am itching to explore the vast expanses of land within America. But most important, I want to live on my terms. I just haven’t quite figured how to do that yet. But the thousand mile journey begins with one step, and while I’m not at my destination, I think I am on my way.