I spent the weekend in Lake Louise, and even after only a couple of days, I feel as though a have gained some perspective.
Because of it’s proximity to Edmonton, I am really going to try to come to the mountains more often. Yesterday, when we were hiking, I thought to myself numerous times, “this is what happiness feels like. I should choose to pursue this feeling more often.” Now, all of a sudden, I want to go to the mountains at every chance I get. I want to explore. I want to wander. It is so easy, once you get back home, to think you are too busy. To make excuses for not engaging. But doing these things on a regular basis is so attainable, as long as you simply choose to do it. And that is what I want to do, I want to choose to do these things. Nepal, anyone?
Time for the cheesy stuff: it just makes me want to make the most out of my life, and not focus so much on the trivial things. It’s funny how one perfect day can encourage such a shift in mindfulness. But it has, and I am going to try. I am going to try to live a fulfilled life. And I can, so long as I choose to do it.
Like today. We are driving home today. It would be an easy decision for me to spend the rest of the afternoon on the couch. But I don’t want to do that, at least not right now. Because I also have a scheduled nine mile run to do today, and if I am not careful, I will choose the couch over the run. I will think to myself, “my body is too sore,” or, “I did so much exercise yesterday,” and eventually the excuses will pile up and I just won’t go.
And I don’t want that to happen, because to choose the couch is to choose missing an opportunity. It would be choosing not to better myself. It would be choosing to live a less fulfilled life. It may sound silly that a nine mile run holds so much responsibility, but it does, because the nine mile run fits into my much larger goal of running a marathon, and running a marathon fits into the much larger goal of living a fulfilled life.