Sometimes I finally hit publish on writing that has been emerging for a long time and it finally takes form here. Other times I just see something and immediately want to write about it. Today is one of those days. As I sip on soy chai tea (one of my little pleasures), I read about someone I know taking a risk to pursue something she was passionate about during "a year of serious risk-taking and lots of I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm doing it anyway." WOWZA! I just loved reading this and find such inspiration in seeing others take risks and go for it.
What this risk looks like and what we push through fear to go and do will be different for everyone. Having done a great deal of this myself, I know how difficult and rewarding it can be. I think about finding a way to push through the fear to find your freedom. Freedom to be who you are, to pursue the things that matter most to you, and to surround yourself with people who add positively and encouragingly to you.
I recently went on an epic adventure hiking the Bigelow Mountain Range in Maine (part of it was a section of the Appalachian Trail). It was 19 (or so) miles covered in a day. This crazy awesome idea was one that Jared and I came up with while hiking a large section of the Bigelows last year. So a year in the making (almost to the day) we hit the trail starting with 2.9 miles up Cranberry Peak and ended with a descent down Little Bigelow Mountain. This picture was captured about 5 a.m. or so as we dropped off one vehicle at the end and drove to our starting point. It was a physically challenging hike but we did it! I was tired, sore, and content. And thirsty for more.