For the most part, my blogging has been a happy hobby to share the places I go, the job that I dearly love as a Park Ranger, and hopefully encourage others to follow their hearts. Mostly upbeat, I share the best of how I feel. But lately I’ve been feeling in a slump. I am not looking for sympathy. Just trying to be honest, with you, and myself.
Since returning from my winter travels I’ve felt unmotivated. Work is good, we are busy. I recently met two, mostly non-commenting, blog readers that love my stories and photographs. Jo from nearby St. George and Kathryn from France who spends part of the year RVing in the US with her husband and part in France near the Alps. She thanked me for my inspiration. Always feels good that the blog is appreciated by people and maybe inspires them to follow their passions and dreams. Yet lately, I haven’t had any dreams.
The future is as hazy as the view at Point Imperial. Like the wind blown tree hanging onto the edge of Grand Canyon I’m feeling a struggle within.
Like the waters of Greenland Lake, changing over time, sometimes full, and other times empty.
How easily seeds are blown away as part of the cycle of life, death, and rebirth.
Sometimes I feel like an island surrounded by rocks of confusion.
I want to be more like the river, not just flow, but with direction.
Been feeling confused about the path I should take.
Sometimes I just feel like crawling into a cave and disappearing.
Yet there would be no shadows without the light.
And hopefully, at the end of the day, it will be alright.
Is it just the change in the seasons? Or is the change in me? Time to get honest.