Hello blogger friends!
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I very much apologize for my absence.
I very much apologize even more, if said absence lead any of your to believe that some kind of tragedy had befallen either myself or my loved ones.
The truth of the matter is – life happened.
And it happened a lot.
This summer has been one of intense happenings – change, growth, learning, happiness; sadness, athletics, adventure, beauty, love, and, of course, fun.
All the fun has been had.
But I am also at this point where I feel the need to pack a bag, head to YVR, grab Marc’s hand, and buy a pair of the farthest away one-way plane tickets we can afford.
We’ll fly off into the wide-blue yonder with nothing but a change of undies, our running shoes, and a bag of peanut butter M&M’s (purchased from Hudson News. It’s a tradition.)
We’ll be gone.
I often forget about the aging process.
I think much of this has to do with the fact that Marc and I have now been together now for ten years. (August 16 marked this milestone in our relationship.)
I was eighteen when we first got together, and there is a strange little part of me that still thinks that we are still those same people: that I am still that silly and starry-eyed first year undergraduate student, and he is the suave, and self-sufficient third-year classics major.
And sure, there is some truth to that – those people still very much make up a part of our characters, our souls.
But any way you slice, it – we’ve changed.
We are changing.
We are maturing – both inside and out.
And it’s something that is happening every single day of our lives.
And I don’t begrudge this happening.
In fact, I love it.
I like life a heck of a lot more now than I did as that undergraduate student.
It’s just that I don’t ever really reflect on these changes unless I am confronted by this fact – maybe I’ll see someone I haven’t seen in quite a long time; or I’ll start to realize that I am outgrowing older friendships.
Outside of my immediate self, I notice this most when I see the other loves of my life also changing, and adapting.
I see it when people have babies.
When people get sick.
When people get married, and when they get divorced.
When they buy property, when they move away, when they stop eating meat, when they start reading Kant -
And it’s good.
Because without this movement, this incessant striving, this going forward – we just die. We become stagnant and morose; we stop asking questions, we stop engaging in dialogue, we stop progress.
We can’t properly appreciate life.
The only trick of the matter is – how to find a balance between this constant striving and the ability to sit back and enjoy the aging process?
How do I keep moving but not to the extent where I feel the need to run away because life has reached a new level of overwhelming activity?
This is, of course, a topic I’ve written about quite a bit here at Rant and Roll, but seeing as though I have yet to answer this question, it will most likely be something that I keep revisiting as we head into the Autumn months (and no doubt beyond.)
There are so many good things to look forward to: Powell River in the Fall, running the Fall Classic 10k, Nova Scotia in November, playing soccer with Marc, fireside nights with a good book and our beauty cat.
But before we get too ahead of ourselves, I want to make sure that I take the time to appreciate everything this summer had to offer.
And so I present to you –
July and August, by the numbers.
3 Bridesmaid dresses
1 pair of killer heels
1 half marathon
250 kilometers ran soley for the love of running
1 1000 kilometer drive (in one night)
5 Inches of hair cut off
10 Amazing books
10 Stand-up Shows
1 New job
Countless tears shed
Countless laughs laughed
All the lessons learned.
All the lessons left to be learned.
I’m back WordPress.
Thanks for letting me take some time off.
I’m looking forward to it.
I’m moving forward.