As the day begins anew,
Stresses small and worries few
I wonder what’s in store for me
And if I’ll commit it to memory.
Could it be that today will be good… 112 more words
Some days I wake up and forget to be stoked on the mountains.
Sometimes I forget what it feels like to stand on top of a peak, or to drive on winding mountain roads, or through canyons flanked by towering walls of shear rock face, windows down, radio up. 719 more words
So, I seem to be having this feeling, ever since…oh, my mid-forties, that I am “missing out” on something. That I need to be doing something “different”, something “new”, even though I have no earthly clue what I may be missing out on, or what that new and different thing is. 662 more words