I went hiking this morning after a night out celebrating my best friend’s birthday. Happy happy (early) birthday Staffff!!! Hahaha. I know you’re going to see this. Hit me up when you do 🙂 For kicks.
On my way back to the car, I decided to run. Most of the way back was downhill, and once I got in gear, I was on another one.
I felt like the air was pulling and pushing me along, making me feel like I was flying. I passed by several people hiking up. I had no breath and time to say hello as I normally would.
There was a man near the end of the trail, who, as I passed, threw out at me, in a good-natured way:
Can you stop?
I heard his comment, didn’t think much of it. I was actually confused by what he meant.
Of course I can stop.
And from within me, a thought rose:
I’ll go until I do (stop).
Two things from this moment:
- I know I looked like I was out of control, barreling downhill, letting gravity and momentum take over. And that’s okay. I don’t need to look pretty and composed as I do this life, my life. I just need to show up and do me.
- I’ll go until I stop. I was actually impressed by that. Hahaha is that super narcissistic of me?? Or does it expose how little I think of myself, to be surprised by something that came to me effortlessly? Anyway, I like this. I will go as far as the wind and water carry me, and only when I am ready, when the wind and water no longer want to carry me, will it be over.
This is the view from the hike. Enjoy. Feel it. Breathe it.
What a beautiful ass day.
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