that it's not as important to be strong as it is to feel strong.
it was a saturday in mid-october and there i was driving to jackson, wyoming. i had no idea what was in store for me. no idea just how good my life would be for three days. no idea what i would get back while i was in jackson.
2010 has seemed like a series of events gone bad. almost from its beginning. slowly i felt as though i began to break. perhaps i was the only one trying for good, i doubt it...but perhaps. that didn't make sense. eventually i quit trying so hard. quit hoping. i didn't feel passionate about life anymore. i was no longer stoked for the limitless future ahead of me. i felt like the me i knew was lost. after nearly a year without feeling like myself i wondered if i had been lost forever. the person i had worked so hard to become had just slipped away. jackson said this wasn't so.
in jackson i saw beauty that can't be matched. i saw things that are not only seen with the eyes but felt with the heart. things that move your soul. even a lost soul. i felt the majesty of the tetons. i was moved by the beauty of fresh snow on teton peak and the stillness of jenny lake. nature gave me a magic that i can't describe. nature brought the brooke i've been searching for back to life.
for three days i lived. i lived free and happy. for three days i planned for my future. i dreamed again. i felt joy and excitement. for three days i found the part of me that i feared had been permanently lost. it's there. and when this crazy life is sorted out, it will still be there under all of the disappointments of 2010, ready to live again.
so, to uncle john and aunt cammy...thank you for jackson.
it was a saturday in mid-october and there i was driving to jackson, wyoming. i had no idea what was in store for me. no idea just how good my life would be for three days. no idea what i would get back while i was in jackson.
2010 has seemed like a series of events gone bad. almost from its beginning. slowly i felt as though i began to break. perhaps i was the only one trying for good, i doubt it...but perhaps. that didn't make sense. eventually i quit trying so hard. quit hoping. i didn't feel passionate about life anymore. i was no longer stoked for the limitless future ahead of me. i felt like the me i knew was lost. after nearly a year without feeling like myself i wondered if i had been lost forever. the person i had worked so hard to become had just slipped away. jackson said this wasn't so.
in jackson i saw beauty that can't be matched. i saw things that are not only seen with the eyes but felt with the heart. things that move your soul. even a lost soul. i felt the majesty of the tetons. i was moved by the beauty of fresh snow on teton peak and the stillness of jenny lake. nature gave me a magic that i can't describe. nature brought the brooke i've been searching for back to life.
for three days i lived. i lived free and happy. for three days i planned for my future. i dreamed again. i felt joy and excitement. for three days i found the part of me that i feared had been permanently lost. it's there. and when this crazy life is sorted out, it will still be there under all of the disappointments of 2010, ready to live again.
so, to uncle john and aunt cammy...thank you for jackson.
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hey butt hole. you should update your blog. i miss you. sorry i called you a butt hole.
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