Losing Sight of the Shore

“You can never cross the ocean without losing sight of the shore.”  – Christopher Columbus 

I am pulling up anchor and leaving much of the comforts and familiarities I have come to know in Tallahassee and the South. Countless sparks have been ignited in Florida: irreplaceable friends, memories and life lessons. I leave this place with smile, knowing that I would not trade the sparks experienced here for any others. My love for the South runs deep and I will always find comfort in Spanish moss, oak trees, swamp land, and the Gulf. I am turning the chapter and trading the moss for snowflakes, oaks for aspens and mud for mountains.

Spanish Moss

Aspens

I expect the next chapter in Colorado to shape me exponentially. I will meet new people who will become staples in my life like my people in Tallahassee. New memories will be cultivated, creating stories I will tell my grand kids one day. Colorado left me with a powerful spark four years ago after my short stint there in 2008. I look forward to countless more the state and its wonders have to ignite.  I don’t expect this is be all grand excitement. I expect growing pains and probably a few tears. I expect that changing my path from a familiar one to one less traveled will leave me a little dirty and a little beat up…..BUT I will become stronger and the scenery will be beautiful!

Hiking to Chasm Lake – 2010

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Refreshment

I have been struggling to get past the day-to-day duties of life over the past few weeks. I was consumed with what the next step in my life should be. Afraid of pausing, I searched for things to add to my to-do list. My fear stems from the perception that if I stop moving the train will leave the station before I get there. While there is part of me that needs to keep moving, keep improving in order to achieve the next step in life, there is also a part of me that keeps moving so I can avoid thinking about the change awaiting me. It is always easy to stay busy, it is not always easy to truly embrace  the world around us.

While the next step is still unclear, this weekend I finally embraced.

I ran a crazy, fun, muddy, empowering 5k called the Warrior Dash with one of my best friends. While running, crawling through mud, and climbing over walls with her it hit me — I am so thankful  that the sparks iginited in my past led me to such a great friend.

Warrior Dash Beauties!

That evening we went to Bradfordville Blues Club (BBC). Man if I have a spot in Tallahassee that is not on the nature trails, this is the place. BBC is a quaint venue located on a dirt road, playing live jazz/blues inside and has a bonfire going outside. This country girl with a heart filled with NOLA love was feelin’ it!

Joey Gilmore at BBC.

 

Sunday morning I went for a bike ride with my neighbor, who has become a staple my book of life, and one of her friends who I met for the first time. The three of us rode out by the Miccosukkee Greenway for almost two hours.  I have not been on a ride in more than three months and this one was well worth the wait. We conquered up hills, flew down hills and weaved through the trees.  I am new at bike riding, but this was my favorite ride yet. Great company, great weather and great vibes. I felt more refreshed after that ride than I had in quite sometime.

Today is Monday and it provided me many challenges –both at work and with family. Most of which was life’s camouflage. However, because of weekends like the last, camouflaged days will remain just that — hidden behind the moments that really matter, the ones that make us sparkle.