This summer I unceremoniously lost my job while tending to a grieving friend’s heart. It was for the best. I would not lose my humanity for an employer who seems to have sold her own to a higher bidder. It its steed, i decided to embrace those last days of summer, as well as the end of my thirties, with an open-ended adventure. I traversed four states;Washington, Oregon, Idaho and Montana, adored and well-traveled in my 39 years.
I hadn’t spent so much time in Washington since I grew up there. I zigzagged across the state of my childhood, exploring seasides and high desert canyons. I swam in lakes and camped beneath mountains. It is impossible for me to revisit such places without a bit of nostalgia. The difference now seems to be my own place in its landscape.
After such a whirlwind year, this was a time to recapture some of my youthful delight and remind me of what is important. Although I am still slogging my way through the details, I could not imagine a more mentally productive way to spend a few days. I must never forget to be grateful for the details. Here we go..number forty.