I am the person whom I have become
I turned 35 last week.
I haven't accomplished my dreams - I'm not sure I ever will. To be honest, I'm not sure how much they are really my goals, and how much I took on from 'The American Dream.' (tm) I've been thinking about this, wondering if it's time to come up with goals that better fit me. I don't have an answer, yet.
My life hasn't been about stasis, though. I look where I am now, and wonder how I got here. I am nothing like the person I was a decade ago, and even the amount I've changed in a year is pretty amazing to me.
I have friends I hang out with, now. Not just friends I get together once a week to watch TV with, or to play games with - friends that I do random things with.
I've been traveling and taking more time off work than ever before.
I have colored hair.
I go out to festivals and parties. I've been to Burning Man, when in the past I was sure I'd never fit in.
I rode a skateboard for the first time in my life on Thursday.
Lisa and Sarah were down from Toronto for the weekend. They arrived on Friday, and we went rock climbing together. Rock climbing? Me? Didn't expect I'd ever be doing that, but now I have been for 6 months - mostly in the gym, but a couple times outside, too. I want to do more outside climbing, and want to get better.
Then on Saturday, Sarah and I both got to ride on a hang glider. I'd done some research into it a few years ago, but told myself it wasn't sensible/feasible. My dad and brother have gone skydiving, but I wasn't interested - I want to fly, not fall. Found out a few months ago that Sarah had wanted to as well, and we encouraged each other to go ahead with this, and we got to fly on Saturday.
It was amazing. It's perhaps the purest form of flying. To be hanging there in the air, no engine, just the wind and a wing; looking down at the world below and realizing that yes, I really was flying. We were each up about 24 minutes, looping back and forth over the ridge at Fort Funston, and I want to do it again. The process and commitment to learn to fly on my own is a bit daunting, but I think I'm going to look into lessons.
This is not the person I expected to be, but it's the person I have become, and I'm enjoying this change.
I haven't accomplished my dreams - I'm not sure I ever will. To be honest, I'm not sure how much they are really my goals, and how much I took on from 'The American Dream.' (tm) I've been thinking about this, wondering if it's time to come up with goals that better fit me. I don't have an answer, yet.
My life hasn't been about stasis, though. I look where I am now, and wonder how I got here. I am nothing like the person I was a decade ago, and even the amount I've changed in a year is pretty amazing to me.
I have friends I hang out with, now. Not just friends I get together once a week to watch TV with, or to play games with - friends that I do random things with.
I've been traveling and taking more time off work than ever before.
I have colored hair.
I go out to festivals and parties. I've been to Burning Man, when in the past I was sure I'd never fit in.
I rode a skateboard for the first time in my life on Thursday.
Lisa and Sarah were down from Toronto for the weekend. They arrived on Friday, and we went rock climbing together. Rock climbing? Me? Didn't expect I'd ever be doing that, but now I have been for 6 months - mostly in the gym, but a couple times outside, too. I want to do more outside climbing, and want to get better.
Then on Saturday, Sarah and I both got to ride on a hang glider. I'd done some research into it a few years ago, but told myself it wasn't sensible/feasible. My dad and brother have gone skydiving, but I wasn't interested - I want to fly, not fall. Found out a few months ago that Sarah had wanted to as well, and we encouraged each other to go ahead with this, and we got to fly on Saturday.
It was amazing. It's perhaps the purest form of flying. To be hanging there in the air, no engine, just the wind and a wing; looking down at the world below and realizing that yes, I really was flying. We were each up about 24 minutes, looping back and forth over the ridge at Fort Funston, and I want to do it again. The process and commitment to learn to fly on my own is a bit daunting, but I think I'm going to look into lessons.
This is not the person I expected to be, but it's the person I have become, and I'm enjoying this change.