Northern Dancer
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Throughout most of my life, I've been told what to do.
It's okay I suppose because I've met a lot of wonderful people along the way
and done some fabulous things and accomplished goals.
I'm happy and well. But there were times that I thirsted
for the things that mattered to me most.
One of those things was the lure of
the great outdoors.
I'm lucky. I use to scan the catalogs wanting this piece of equipment or that tent but didn't have the cash to buy anything. Now I've got them. It took a few years, but I got my prospector extra light Kevlar canoe. I now have the time and resources and the resilience to do my thing. There are places to see and people to meet, and adventures to pursue - and I do. It's okay I suppose because I've met a lot of wonderful people along the way
and done some fabulous things and accomplished goals.
I'm happy and well. But there were times that I thirsted
for the things that mattered to me most.
One of those things was the lure of
the great outdoors.
Then one day, for no apparent reason, I had this downer thought that just trashed my spirit and challenged the things that I really enjoyed and cared about. I reached fifty. I was too old for this camping/canoe stuff. WHAT! One of the most incredible, dumbest, stupidest thoughts I've ever entertained in my life.
You got the passion, you got the desire, you got the hunger? Do it!