A Hike
I carried my dog Yoda nearly the full 4 mile hike through the Lost Maples State Park today. The sights were stunning, and I didn’t take any pics because I’m tired of seeing so many pics from so many people (including myself). I enjoyed it because it helped me process emotion. As I hiked, Yoda got annoying to carry. The sweat kept making my fucking glasses fall down my nose, and the sun beat down on me like Hell. I got angry. I got angry for “wasting my life”, for “not knowing what my purpose is”, for “being single”. We stopped in the shade so I could catch my breath and I’d walk in circles talking to myself about how mad I was. But as time wore on, I got tired. I settled into the present moment and my mind’s chatter died down. I started to notice the views, feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. I thought about all the painful progress I’ve made. I thought of how far I’ve come and how hard it’s been to get this far. I still have a mind that goes wild, even now, but I’m a li...