As per usual, my life is weird, intermittently challenging and intermittently rewarding and always chaotic. It's been a rough go the last few years and I'm tired as hell of not doing exactly what I damn well please. I've decided to make use of this state of chaos and perhaps make the rewarding parts occur more frequently than the challenging parts.
Over the last month (or months or years), I've moved either closer or further away from you, physically, emotionally or geographyically. My current situation is a bit challenging right now but I look forward to where I'm headed (or at least feel like I have no choice but to move forward).
Christeeny recently told me about an article she read about microadventures, committing to smaller, more feasible explorations close to home on even the most inconvenient days. My schedule has always allowed for me to go big, weeks to months away exploring the world, with few financial concerns. But my new life has different potential and different barriers. Which is where Christeeny's article comes into play.
Also, I recently rewatched a short film that I saw at the Banff film festival (thank you, Christa!) and there's a line at the beginning of it that I've been replaying in my head as I come to grief the loss of my 18 days off every month: "I refuse to believe joy costs something...and that dreams can't come true on a Tuesday."
So here's what I'm asking of you, my closest friends, the best guys I know. I need to microadventure. I need to spend my inconvenient hours off in the woods, sometimes alone, sometimes with others. I need to come back to the city and eat delicious Asian food and snuggle sweet babies (Kim Family, ya hear me?). I need to go on late night adventures on the PCT (Get it, GeorgeGuy!) even if it doesn't make sense. I need people to explore my new small town and support my decision to do something different, even if it isn't predictable or make sense. I need to keep learning new things.
So this is the deal. I might not get back to you or see you as much as I used to. I might spend more time getting used to my new job and my new home. And I also might email you and desperately beg you to meet me for trivia on a weeknight at Snoqualmie Pass or a facetime date with your dog (Kiko!!). I might suggest inconvenient times to hang out, like early morning sunrises or late night drinks. I would love if everytime you drove over 90 you stopped by my work (Mariah, Jacob and Anna for the win!) and brought me decent food or drink. And although it might not be a convenient time or like the way it used to be, I might really need a bit of support during this weird time in my life.