I don't get away enough.
Or so it seems that way. Life gets too busy, or too stressful, or too whatever and I stay stuck in a rut for far too long. With that pattern in mind, my S/O and I decided we break the stressful streak and decided to spend 5 days in the rockies.
We chose Colorado for a couple of reasons.
1. It's a relatively cheap trip for two broke college students to take.
2. We could get there via vehicle.
3. Luke had never been.
We left leaving Colorado with a completely changed mindset of what it means to stay in the mountains, so with that being said. Here's a couple lessons from The Rockies.
My apartment is approximately 50 yards from the interstate. Semi's are usually traipsing through my backyard. I sleep with a fan on at night to block out the sound of my neighbors puppies playing at night, and when I get the chance, my life always has some sort of background music.
So silence? HA. Yeah right.
So when I heard silence, because yes, you can hear it. I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt small in the mountains and to be honest a little scared. But then we stopped and stood there for awhile, and I realized how peaceful it can be to hear nothing. To not hear deadlines or to dos, but to just be standing there in the middle of silence. It's something we should all be actively pursuing. Taking a moment to only hear ourselves, our heartbeats and lungs going in and out in and out.
Check in with just yourself every once and while. You'll be surprised with what silence might tell you.
the view. I was grateful for the hard work I had put in, the sweat I had endured, and the ache in my bones. Every. single. time. I was grateful.
And still, how many times do I forget the view. I lose sight of the view when I get lost in midterms, or when I'm fifty dollars short on rent some months. I forget how great it feels when the hard part has passed, and I'm sitting back looking at all the success I created along the way. The climb sucks, don't get me wrong. It hurts and you're tired and it looks like there's not end to the trail riddled with ice, sticks, snow and rock. And then all of the sudden, you're leaning over the edge of this massive accomplishment, beaming down at everything you surpassed along the way.
And ya wanna know what the funny thing is...
I don't remember the hard parts of the hikes anymore.
Lesson Three: There are hidden treasures if you look hard enough.
Yet another cliche I'm sure that an avid hiker came up with. Personally, it was my favorite thing to come across little niches in the forest. Little brooks people had left unnamed, or a exceptionally gorgeous view off the beaten path. I know these trails were public, but finding them felt like my own little corner of Colorado.
Just like the view, these treasures weren't always easy to find or right in front of my eyes, but with a little extra guidance from my hiking partner, or listening just a little harder to something but my own thoughts, we were able to come across some pretty cool things.
Sometimes that pretty cool thing was a territorial moose, but that's beside the point.
The point is, go the extra mile to find the hidden gem. Work a little harder for the light at the end of the tunnel, and most of all don't be surprised when the universe hits you with something good.
By the end of our trip, I left with aching calves, a new favorite coffee blend, and some of my favorite memories. If I can leave you with this, it's that the mountains have a lot more in store than just the views.
It's okay to feel small. It's okay to feel scared. It's okay to try new things. It's okay to push limits.
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