This blog was my public face for a life lived out-of-doors. Behind the scenes, it was my courage, a push in the right direction. It was my excuse for going places and doing things, whether or not there was anyone interested in joining me.
But, it’s time for this blog to evolve, as you can see from the fact I haven’t updated in… eight months.
Working in the outdoor industry, an intense space, has made me look at my outdoor pursuits very differently. I hold my outdoor time closer to my chest now. Each outing it too precious to share, and even if I did, the words would be touched by a self-conscious melancholy even I don’t know how to explain. (Let’s say, I’ll never be a bubbly, bouncing influencer.)
The logical progression for this blog, then, is for it to become a broader, more personal place that addresses far more than where I hiked or skied this week. Likely, I’ll talk a whole heck of a lot more about writing; it is both my work and my play.
And yes, of course I’ll write about the outdoors. I don’t love everything about Colorado, but I crave the high alpine like the flavor sweet. But I’ve lost all interest in impressing you with my feats. I don’t want to show off. I want to share something unnamed essential thing. It’s personal.
But personal is scary.
Personal is scary because personal is in flux. We are not singular. We are each works in progress with no endpoint. Full of contradictions.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
– Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
Hopefully, this opens doors to more self-directed writing, words that I can share here.
For the foreseeable future, I will be producing a lot of words for work and play. Read along with me. The best is yet to be.