Climbing And The Perception of Pain
“If my hands felt this way because they were burned, it would be really upsetting,” she said. “But because they feel like this from climbing hard, I kind of like it. Is that weird?”
A Restless Transplant
I am a restless transplant. I imagine that will always be the case. I may have just moved over 800 miles away, changed my zip code, drivers license, and scenery but why does it still not feel like enough?
James Kavanaugh puts my thoughts into words best:
“Some people do not have to search. They find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned. They do not seem to ask much of life, sometimes they do not take it seriously. At times I envy them, but usually I do not understand them. Seldom do they understand me.
I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy but neither are we really content. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like long walks along the beach; we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers and lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know — unless it is to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything good and beautiful it can provide. Most of all we want to love and be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or to compete for love.”
I’m sure there are plenty of lessons for me to learn; about patience, investing in relationships and community, patience, living in the now, etc.
Learning is hard though. Takes initiative. It means I’ve got to stop hitting the snooze button and get to work.
To my Friends, Family & Fans
In case you haven’t heard, I’ve moved from The Golden State to The Gem State. Fun little fact, and in case you’re still confused where I am, Idaho’s nickname is The Gem State because of its abundance of natural resources and scenic areas that include snow-capped mountain ranges, rapids, vast lakes and steep canyons. Gosh, what a terrible place to move…
A move inland from the blissful Central Coast to Idaho does not seem like a normal move for most, especially the typical starry-eyed post-grad. But after a whirlwind hit me in the form of an internship opportunity with Andy Anderson, I shoved my hesitation aside and jumped at the opportunity.
I moved to Eagle, ID the 1st of September and haven’t looked back (well, maybe once or twice). God has been so faithful though in this entire transition. He’s provided a place to live, a car to drive, a part-time job, a church, and with it, a community. Any doubt that I’m not where I’m supposed to be is quickly swept away when I remember how in control God has been and continues to have over my life.
While I’ve been here, I’ve really started to feel the freedom I now have to do whatever I want. This is both a blessing and a curse however because a lot of mornings all I want is to sleep until 10 and walk around the house in nothing but my underwear.
This new, unfamiliar environment is exactly what my life needed and I have no doubt in my mind that God will use this for His glory. I’m prepared to grow in my faith, my friendships, my creativity and my career & I’m excited to do my best at keeping you in the loop.
Thank you for being apart of my life and for loving me and encouraging me.
Don’t hesitate to get in contact with me! A phone call or an email will be returned in a timely manner & if you care to make me a mix tape/care package/”just-because” letter, let me know! And I’ll send you my address!