A week goes by

I hardly notice the passing of time. I crunch 40 hours into a 4 day work week and spend the next 3 in recovery. I'm just lazy. The real problem is I need to better manage my time. It used to be that I spent money and time in DSW stores buying the cutest pair of high heels I could find. I dont think much about shoes anymore outside of their waterproof, slip proof durability. How well will these hold on slippery rocks? Whats the best price to pay for something that will breath, and move with me?

My foray into biking over this weekend ended quickly with a look at the forecast. Unfortunaltey freezing cold air and frigid rain is not my cup of adventure - yet. Baby steps. I'm staring at a very green landscape outside my door, with the worst icey drops of precip everywhere. I just can't bring myself to do it.

Now what? I have errands to run...I guess I could do that.

Monday, I'm either going hiking in the Berkshires or Biking in Central MA. Not sure which. Unfortunately, I have to deal with Easter tomorrow - so one whole nice summerish day forecasted that I'll be forced to spend in doors. Could be worse...I could be working all day. Thank G-d for Monday....never thought i'd be saying that.

I feel bad for my bike. Its been sitting in the barn all winter, collecting cobwebs, against the back wall. If my bike could have feelings, it would feel rejected - poor thing.

However...I spent last Saturday enjoying the bright outdoors. Not looking for something more than a casual stroll...thats exactly what I did. I strolled. Casually. On a very nice trail hike.

One of the many state parks near by my home, has plenty of very ridable trails. I didnt have the bike bug biting me last week, so i was content to take a 2 hour walk through the woods. The only thing I didnt enjoy about it was the volume of people. You wouldnt be able to tell from my pictures - because I made a point to avoid other people when snapping them - but there were people everywhere. The portion of the trail above, I snapped a picture of for the only reason being that I was actually ALONE here. I stopped walking and just kinda stood there for a good 5 minutes, taking in the feeling of being, alone.

Mike Horn said it best: "Being alone gives you the freedom of choice, the freedom of thought, a moment to have bold ideas." (Outside Magazine, April 2009, p38).

That is why I like to day dream about solo hikes across the Anapurna Circut, and New Guiana, accompanying nomads across the Moroccan desert, or just solo biketreks through the Berkshires, bivy's and backpacking across the AT - sure, there are other people there, but things like that lead to the quiet moments and days where you really are on your own. I dont want to shy at the thought of gearing up for a weekend in Utah, or a bike tour across the Britsh Columbia coast line.

So many people's worlds only extend as far as a city can reach, as far as the paved road goes. I say, reject the pavement, and go where man isnt.

Just a Blog

Writing is hard. Its also very ballsy, especially in such a public forum as the internet of all things....can't get much more public than that...unless you went on tv - which people then post on the internet.

Hmm...

I like to write. I like to write about what I know, as they say. Something tells me, whoever first gave that piece of advice to aspiring writers knew a thing or two about writers block. My case of writers block has been plauging me ever since I first learned how to read and write. When I was little, I was dying to learn how to read. I used to look at print and think "wow what does that say!" Then, once I had all the tools, I began wanting to write stories. Unfortunately for me, my stories were so fanciful that I never could finish them. I'd invent Epics in my young mind that no child could actually pen onto paper without failing horribly in a papery pool of suck.

I gave up around 13, dwadled at it durring my teen years, then rehashed it a bit in college. But the delugue of term papers sidelined my creativity for a good 5 years. (Yeah, I slacked).

But now, armed with 24 years of die-hard-not-writing-experience, I'm back in the game! Woo! Victory Shall be Mine!

Alas, a blog! I used to think these things were silly. Then I began to stumble onto some real winners of blogs. Vastly interesting, amazingly insightful. They were little pixle windows into the lives of strangers. I would read posts and updates of favorite bloggers, and it always impressed me just how kind and...alive and human these people were. People from all parts of the country - Utah, Alaska, Pennslyvania, North Carolina. Each person had something to say. EVERYONE has something to say. We are all writers. The difference is only in who writes and who thinks about writing.

This blog is meant to be a writing experiement. I am going to write, as often as I can (as long as I remember), about my day to day existance. This is a personal project to see who I am, what my reflections are, perhaps what hidden interests I have, hidden fears, noteable memories that create themselves as the days and months and years wear by. This blog is my attempt at writing, writing about me - my story. The Story of Sara.