The other night, M and I went on a mini hike through the swamps of Jersey. And now I can see why he loves it so much.
There’s something special about going off the trail, to a place feet rarely touched. Unvisited nature. It’s amazing how a patch of grass can look so new, especially if you’ve never been there before.
I’ve been feeling overwhelmed most of this week. I am not doing a very good job at balancing my life, and soon, I’ll need to make some tough decisions. In a world where we feel like we can do it all, it’s important to realize when we can’t. And so, this walk in the woods gave me the time and space to wonder about such things.
In book club, we talk so much about being present. It’s really hard, and our society is making it even more difficult. The technology created to make our lives simpler has complicated things. With phones, you are always on call (even when you aren’t). With email, you are constantly being questioned and asked to respond quickly. Sometimes I feel like there’s no room to breathe or think.
I like exploring nature because it gives you that uninterrupted time. The world in its natural habitat tells a rich story, but it also leaves room for the imagination. It’s like reading a book. You’re not sure which event will unfold over the next chapter, but you keep on marching through, filling in the gaps.
I’ve been writing my own story for years now. The paths I’ve taken, the choices I’ve made. It’s all led me to a pretty perfect now. In the voom voom whirl of life, I tend to forget that. I start thinking I’m not where I should be. But this is all part of the story. And I plan to keep on wandering.