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The next step.

  Whenever I think about my future I go through some kind of self-examination which usually leads with the observation that I am made up largely of--by nature or nurture--my accountant brother and my poet sister. Pragmatic, planned, but also creative, experimental. Not exactly opposite traits but the camps tend to duke it out internally pulling me in different directions.

  In this stage of my life I feel resilient, powerful and poised to make an impact in this world--I just don’t know how to go about doing it. There’s a few slightly varying versions of success floating around in my head but an infinite number of paths leading to them. Currently I’m awkwardly straddling a space between finding a job which will lead to a rewarding career, or starting my own business with the same potential. I admit, it’s a great dilemma to have and once I’ve put my foot down on a decision it’s full sprint ahead.

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Sometimes it's not just a craving for food, It's a craving for an experience, a familiar place, a memory to relive. I love this place.

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Thanks to the trail.

I’m finding myself filling my idleness at home with reminiscing about the trail; the moments I could stop and admire the sunlight breaking through the trees, waking up in the middle of the night only to stargaze back to sleep, or coming across a vast crystal lake in the mountains and deciding it would be a great idea to sit and nurse a Snickers bar for a few hours. Also the people were some of the most interesting, intelligent, and amazing I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting and some I’m honored to call my friends. I seem to once in a while dream up ideas as to how or when I’ll see all of them again. The images emblazoned in my eyes and the moments ingrained in my memories will have its lasting effect on who I am and how I move forward through this world, and in the best way possible I am grateful for it.