Burning the candle at both ends

Since I left for the UK on May 12, I have been in Go mode.

  • 10k miles flown
  • 85 miles walked
  • Countless people met
  • London, England explored
  • 10,000 years worth of museums, sights, sounds, etc. experienced
  • Underground system, coaches, and trains figured out
  • Flight cancelled and re-booked
  • Several articles written
  • four-wheeling in the mountains
  • Headcold fought off
  • plans for the upcoming 1940’s Ball in Boulder
  • pictures taken
  • pictures posted
  • laundry done
  • social media caught up on
  • real social interactions caught up on–ish.
  • Bags unpacked

Since I left on my trip, and even while there, I realized this was definitely something I would love to pursue as a career.  Seeing things and having new experiences.  Writing about them.  For me, it’s the best of both worlds.  It also fueled my rapidly depleted tanks for fiction writing, which has been severely neglected as of late.  Also, it turns out that even with an iPhone SE, which won’t even be supported in the next year or so, I’m a decent photographer.

A year ago, my big achievements had been to book a hot air balloon ride and half of a weekend getaway to Ouray, CO.  At the time those were big achievements for me.  Baby steps, sure, but at the time they were big shaky ones.  Today, that would just be the warmup.


Yesterday, I must have still had ants in my pants.  Even though I just got tickets to the 1940s Ball in Boulder, I wanted to do more.  I decided to solo climb a 14er this weekend, even though most of the trailheads to them are still socked in and the ones that looked promising are a 3 hour drive, minimum.  I was going to drive to Dillon tonight, hopefully find a campsite, and then climb Quandary Peak on Saturday.

This morning, I woke up and mentally reviewed my schedule for the next month.  Considering the 1940s Ball and Cub Scout Summer Camp, this weekend might be the only one in June I have that means I won’t be running.  As much as it pains me, I think I need a lazy weekend.  One where I just sit still.  One where I sip coffee or one of the wonderful teas I bought in Bath, and maybe just write with a clear head.  Clean my house.  Fold two weeks worth of laundry.

No more distracting myself.  Because I have been doing plenty of that.

Just being present in the moment.  Being a little lazy.  Taking it all in.