Civil Wars, Adele, Mumford and Sons in my ears, the soundtrack of the life-gift River Run.
Mud on my shoes.
No stroller, no toddler ticking time-bomb.
Time to stop and explore strange flowers, muddy trails, waterfalls, limestone cliff-boulders.
I feel life pumping in my veins, in my ears, in the sweat beading up on my temple.
Reflective thoughts begin to seep from the depths where they have been pushed down by the incessant details of the "now"...
"Why did I ever think I hit my peak in my twenties? Whoever told me that my twenties would be the pinnacle of my existence? I feel so much more alive, settled, secure...me...now, mid-thirties, then I ever did 10 years ago. And the life-giving part of acknowledging your age and aging is realizing that it is only getting better!"
"Perhaps the further I move from myself as I add to the number of people I am daily responsible for, the closer I am actually getting to myself, knowing myself, loving who I am. Could self-denial be the key to self-awareness?"
These thoughts I don't get to visit as often as I used to. But today the River Run afforded me the space, the time, the opportunity.
This day I am grateful for a 7 year old birthday party on the other side of town so that I could make the excuse to stay out and enjoy a River Run instead of returning home before pick-up. I should afford myself these "excuses" more often.