The Mountains are Calling

The sea and fog.

The sea and fog.

Lost in the wild.

Lost in the wild.

The Flume, white mountains New Hampshire.

The Flume, white mountains New Hampshire.

Echo Lake state park

Echo Lake state park

New Hampshire

New Hampshire

Portland, Maine

Portland, Maine

Coffee and books, the makings of the best mornings.

Coffee and books, the makings of the best mornings.

Agalloch - A Poem By Yeats

This band makes me long for the Pacific North West. All I want is to hurry up and graduate and move back to Seattle. Never before have I been so effected by a place before. To me, there is not a single place in this country that can compare to the Pacific Northwest. The mountains that reach the sky, forests of giant evergreens that reach as far as eye can see, the perfect weather, the smoke rising from the forests. I just need to be back there. Nothing else will ever compare.

On worrying over the future.

It’s amazing to think of how much time we waste worrying about the future. Sometimes all of our energy goes into worrying over what we’re going to do, are we going to be okay, will we ever get that dream job. I’m very guilty of this. I sometimes lay awake at night with that sinking feeling in my stomach worrying about what the future is going to be like. I am struck with dread over it. It’s insane, I know how unhealthy that kind of worrying is. The worst part is that while I am wasting energy on the future, I am forgetting about the right here and the right now. That is the most important thing, the present. No one can know for certain what the future may hold. All we can ever really do is focus on the present moment because that is all we have, it is all we ever have. The future never comes, tomorrow does not exist. All that is true is the current moment. I know I need to stop worrying so much and just live, just be. Focus on the moment right in front of me, focus on my breathing. So here’s to taking it one moment at a time. From here on out there is no past and no future, just present,