Two weeks ago, I decided I needed to get out in nature for a few days on my own. It had been three years since my last solo camping trip, and I knew with a trip to Minnesota for a wedding coming up and some stressful weeks at work, I needed the downtime to rechargeContinue reading “Solo Camp at Round Spring”
There are a few paddling options near Jefferson City – the Maries, Missouri, Osage, Gasconade, Big Piney, and the Moreau. I’ve paddled a little on the Osage and plan to explore more, but I wanted to check out the Moreau after a tip from a friend last week.
I’m a little less than two weeks away from my twelve week goal of losing 20 lbs. Am I going to get there?
I mean… miracles DO happen… But I am twelve pounds away from the finish line, and unless I lose a pound everyday…
Last weekend, I did something I didn’t really think I could do. I carried my possessions on my back and hiked 5.5 miles through the wilderness, slept in the frigid cold… and then hiked back the next day. And I didn’t die. I didn’t even see a mountain lion. Here’s how it all went down.
I have a hard time knowing when to stop. Rushing through each day hoping I’ll have the stamina to complete it. It’s a race between my energy and the clock. And the sun goes down, my daughter drifts off, and I melt into a puddle on the floor.
But actually, it’s the couch. And there’s Netflix. And eating. So much eating…
And at some point – if I can muster the tiniest bit of self control – I peel myself up and plod reluctantly to bed.
This is where I found myself exactly one month ago. Only it was before lunch – I was staring at my computer – and I just felt heavy. My body was tired. My mind was exhausted. And, possibly what troubled me the most, my heart was empty. I had absolutely nothing left to give.