5 minutes ago
Time is a precious resource, one that everyone has their own personal relationship with. In my last week on the road, I was extremely generous with devoting my time to what I needed: space. I needed space to get out of my head, to allow nothingness to creep in, to connect with my heart, and listen to its silent wisdom. Right now, the most effective way for me to do that is to walk, specifically to walk alone in nature. This picture was taken on a “rest” day where more time was dedicated to driving than to walking, at around mile 65 of what turned out to be almost an 80 mile week. I took a relatively even and I guess unknown back trail to this spot, listening to not only what my body needed that day but also my mind. I was the only one on the trail for 3 miles in and 3 miles out. Where the trial intersected with the main (and far more rigorous) trail, there were people everywhere. I could immediately sense the shift in myself. I went from the peaceful contentment I had cultivated that week to being caught up in my racing mind. I went from quiet confidence to subtle insecurity. I knew the price I would pay for dedicating time to walking 80 miles in three states in a week was that I had to stay stationary to catch up on work. When I reached a point where I could get back on the road, something unexpected made me turn right back around and back track. In that time the subtle insecurity grew louder. Caught up in that insecurity I forgot my adopted precept—“Make the plan; execute the plan; expect the plan to go off the rails; throw away the plan.” Fighting the derailment of my plan only exacerbated the problem, wasting precious energy and more time. Acceptance of it allowed me to pivot my mind to gratitude and back into ease. After all, with all this physical rest and time to get work done I’ve surely created the space to hit 100 miles next week. And next week will arrive no matter where I am, so I might as well appreciate the time I do have to be where I am.