Existential Crisis

All right, I exaggerated: I’m not having a crisis; I could more accurately describe this as existential angst. I woke up this morning feeling melancholy – and for no particular reason that I could discern.

Mike was feeling the same, (comforting to know) and attributed it to Monday.

I don’t think he was being entirely serious (pretty darn sure he was not) – but yet, it was Monday and the day was grey and I just had this feeling of “What’s it all about anyway? I mean, in the grand scheme of things – what’s it for?”

That feeling is still with me, although, at the same time, I know that this will change and all will be well again.

But right now – well, I’m glad I walked the trails of Harewood Plains this afternoon. After all, the answer to everything is hiking. Right?

Mike and I decided that a part of this entire thing is the human need we have for connection. We have a need to not only be understood – not only to have our hearts and souls touched – but a real need for physical touch. We can’t separate our minds, hearts and souls from our bodies – we are all of these things and all of them need to be nurtured.

So I walked on the trails with Abby and connected to nature and Abby had a good time, which included sitting and then lying down in a mud puddle. Yup – that’s my Abby.

And now I’ll make a sandwich for hiking tomorrow. And somewhere along the line, this will all change.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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