The one thing I have learned is that you can’t think your way through life. The only way to figure out what to do is to do –– something. Currently reading her book The Defining Decade, which is almost like having a session with a life coach (assuming it’s the kind of conversation you’d have with one.) It’s a challenge to live a healthy proportion of work and exploration, since too much work and no exploration is rigid, conventional, and exciting as floss. Too much exploration without work (that counts) risks making a person irrelevant, and trapped in a deepening state of (to quote Erik Erikson as quoted by Meg) “disengaged confusion.” Thus, I’m trying to wrap my head around how I’ve lived so far; it’s been an exploration of work, but more floss than expeditions. I taken risks, but why the nagging feeling that I’ve played it safe? If you’re going through a similar crisis, perhaps her TED talk on Why Thirty Is Not The New Twenty can shed some light.
A couple of weekends ago, a few friends and I scaled Breakneck Ridge in Upstate New York for an autumn hike. We hiked from 8:30am to 3pm, and made it in good time to catch other sights along the way down the mountain. This is going to be a photo-heavy post, although nothing captures the experience itself. It all started at 7:30am at the Grand Central Terminal station, where we caught the Metro North train. A round trip ticket costs $26. While waiting for the group, I doused myself in insect repellant and smelled strongly of Off within a 3 meter radius. Aside from a bottle of that in my backpack, we were each told to bring the following: 1 litre of water, snacks (Kind bars, or the like), ziplock bags (to store the phone, in case it rained), extra socks, shades, a hat or cap, a jacket good for rain, and sunblock.
If rooms reflect our inner state, my mind is a dump. Pre-adventurer self would wrinkle her nose at the sight of this messy (teenage American) room with piles of clothes everywhere, plus ziplock bags with garbage (because grocery bags haven’t brought about a need for one) and empty cookie boxes. Piles of unposted posts in this blog, from August until today. I’ve climbed a mountain, gone apple picking, hosted friends and family, escaped from a room (Mission Escape!), and gone through more bags of chocolate, cookies and cheese than is respectable for a single person. Among other things.