Right after I took this I fell hard off one of the logs pictured. The camera in my hand tumbled with me and instinctively I did everything I could to break its fall more than my own. My hand hit a stone hard and pain I thought would fade turned into what felt like a broken hand. Even if I had remembered my memory card that day, I wouldn’t have been able to shot any of the beauty I had longed to be in for months. A day I had looked forward to for weeks had turned into injury, an impassible road to the hike we planned to ascend, and erupting insecurity in my heart. I felt just as responsible as I did foolish as responsible, but at the same time I knew I was the only one who blamed me. All I wanted in that moment was to be back on top of a mountain, camera in hand chasing my dreams.
Launching back into the life you want after a mistake isn’t ever easy. Even if you’re aware that changes need to be made, they can’t be forced. Recovering an honest perception of self after extraordinary altering, (for whatever reason) requires patience, forgiveness, and calm. You can’t just hit a magic reset. The people who joined me that day I since have realized are representative of what fueled those dreams of mine to begin with. To make connections was the start of my passions, and God knew I needed a reminding of that before I went back to conquering the dreams my passions inspired. What would they have meant had they been reached with no passion?
Recovery is slow if it’s full.