People seem to like making assumptions of me. I have the whole tall, blonde California-grown thing going on, so I guess I had it coming. My parents provided for me well, and I was never wanting. I got a lot of crap for that growing up, and I guess the Catholic guilt got to me. I started to realize that this life I had was the result of my parent’s action, and not mine. I had to start building my life myself so I could have something I could truly call mine.
So, mostly on a whim, after college I moved to Chicago with some measly savings, a cheap place to stay with family friends, and little else.
I got lucky and found a job, and a handful of friends. But I still found myself falling into old bad habits. Worrying too much what people thought of me, letting other people tell me who I was and how I should be defined. Dating a few guys I shouldn’t have. Getting lazy, not moving on.
One day, I saw the trailer for the movie adaptation of this book and was instantly drawn. Naturally, I bought the book and read it.
I connected with the character, a young woman who took a crazy risk to challenge herself and find more than how she had been living. It seemed similar to what I was looking for when I moved spontaneously. The only difference between her and I was that after her journey, she started living differently and I wasn’t.
So I decided to take a weekend trip to Utah for 4 days, to hike Zion and Bryce Canyons. I wish I could say my life has taken a complete 180, but it hasn’t. What I can say is that life can sometimes seem like a long hike, and I learned that even when you don’t feel like you’re getting very far, it’s important to keep going.