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Set for perpetual regrowth
Do you ever have those moments in your life where you feel like you're living in a film? Or maybe a good novel. Suddenly your whole life, where you live, who you love, what you do and who you are is revolving around you in slow motion, and you feel yourself defined. Hopefully what you see makes you happy.
The sensation can strike at any time, but I tend to believe certain conditions spur it on, and for me, autumn is filled with just the right ingredients. In these weeks when the trees are shifting colors, the air is crisp, gardens are being harvested, and hunting seasons are picking up is when nostalgia hits.
We reap now the seeds we sowed last spring, thus everything is in review. Our investments are set before us, our progress made evident. Marked on a mental timeline is where we've been, the steps we've taken, and how we arrived at who we are today - someone different than past us.
Just over a year ago, I wrote one of the heaviest pieces I've ever tangled with. At the time I was going through a very tumultuous, personal crisis, and this column gave me a way to express my grief. I felt isolated and lost, but reaching out to you, reader, was my way of wrestling depression.
At that time, reconnecting to nature allowed me to escape, while writing publicly about my pain forced me to face hard truth. When I asked for help I found it in the solace of words. Telling stories of freedom and adventure only served to create in me a hunger for more, which in turn forced me to seek more adventure to write about.
If I've learned one thing, it's that nature is full of positive energy, and following that pureness has lead me right where I need to be...