Very rarely do I feel as though I am being picked on, as for the most part, I live a pretty charmed life.
I live in a beautiful place full of positive energy, complete with the support of a fabulous little community.
I love my job and my silly chaotic work family.
In my free time, I hike, I climb, I run, I drink delicious craft beer, and I meander through vast fields of flowering columbines and lupine.
I wake up to towering mountains and fall asleep to the Blue River bubbling outside my bedroom window.
And in the height of summer, the temperature never seems to rise above 80°.
But sometimes bad luck seems to follow you everywhere, permeating deep inside all the things that you love most. If you’re like me, you know deep inside that you shouldn’t let yourself fall victim to the negative thoughts of failure and frustration, but you also know how easy it is to just give in. To say forget it all.
Forget the job you love, the people you adore, the mountains and rivers your worship.
Forget it, your head says. Forget it. Life would be so much easier home, in Chicago.
Lucky for me, I have an incredible network of supporters–mostly family members but also in there, close friends who know you far better than you know yourself. People that can read you like a book and know when you are starting to shy away from taking the risks that make you feel alive and isolating yourself when you really should be asking for help from those closest to you.
July is almost over and August brings a fresh start (and a new year!).
Thanks to everyone who has shown me the love. To everyone who has lent me a shoulder when I need to weep tears of frustration and loneliness and to everyone who has sent me well-wishes from afar.
I got your back.