It has been well over a year since I shared any musings publicly and quite honestly, for a blog focused mostly on living a life that feels adventurous, I missed documenting a hell of a year. Self re-discovery, a health journey, solo camping and nature-rich peregrinations, a divorce and, later, falling in love with someone new, and a pilgrimage towards happiness added up to one of the most adventurous years of my life.
But, until now, I haven't had any desire to blog my world. Of course, with the strange turn of events this spring, I, like most of the world, have had to re-write my plans and expectations for this year. I have been imagining what the tales of 2020 will be sometime in the future. Will we remember that gas had gotten so cheap, but we couldn't go anywhere? Or, rather, will we recall that we relearned how to have our own adventures? Will we focus on the governmental flubs or the generosity and comraderie that formed? What will history say about how we learned to deal with our world being shaken up? Despite anxiety regarding employment and culture shifts, I have realized a very important thing: I am happy. Regardless of the state of the world or the horrible images and soundbytes I am being inundated with, I am more myself than I've been in years and this quarantine is like getting to spend quality time with me. I listen to vinyl and like to eat dinner at the table. I'm a 30 something who still climbs trees and digs in the dirt and brings pretty rocks home. I would rather be with my dogs than most people and was great at social distancing before it was a thing. My name is Karen. This is a blog. Comments are closed.
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