With school coming up in the fall, another not-able-to-run it half marathon happening this coming Saturday and life in general just being a little confusing, I entered this past weekend a little apprehensively. Usually, coming back from being away means having to take time to adapt back into life as we know it, the everyday moments and tasks that come with being a human being who is (attempting to be) self sustainable. Due to the nature of my job, nothing is predictable. We get our schedules on Tuesday for that same Friday and life can be kind of tricky to plan around weekend and evening events that you have to attend. So needless to say, I was feeling a bit discombobulated last Thursday or Friday.
Budgeting, getting ready for school, unpacking and reorganizing the house, all these mundane tasks were driving me a little crazy. So I wasn’t sure how things would go when Manfriend’s Dad arrived for his weekend in Vancouver. He had never been here before, and as I had to work all day Friday and all night Saturday I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to join them for much. I managed dinner on Friday, but then had to back out of Saturday because I didn’t think I could hike all day and then work from 6:30pm onwards. It was a good decision.
But then Sunday came! And despite only having four hours of sleep, Manfriend woke me with a cup (it should have been a pot, but still he’s a saint) of coffee and encouraged me to come out and enjoy the sun with them. He said he wouldn’t make me hike if I was so tired. What followed was an adventure of epic proportion that only Manfriend and his Dad could have embarked on. We spent the day kayaking in Deep Cove (Manfriend treated me to my kayak rental), saw seals and sea lions and otters (it was a great wildlife day despite being crowded), had drinks on the patio overlooking the ocean, played crib on the beach and eventually settled in for a long sleep.
Yesterday, we drove two hours to Whistler, explored the village and spent the day on top of the mountain, and then drove back home. Whistler is, for lack of a better term, purely God’s country. I’ve never been so overwhelmed by natural beauty in all my life. Glacial lakes, snow topped mountains in the middle of August, hiking and wildlife as far as you can see. We saw bears and a deer, and I even got to try my hand out at mountain biking (um can you say fun and extremely dangerous)!
The point of all this is on Thursday I was worrying about school and back to school and organizing my life… and thankfully Manfriend and his Dad reunited me with my love for exploration and travel. I may not be able to run the half marathon but I can hike. I can bike. I can kayak. I can swim. I can still find ways to be active and fit that are honestly and truly just plain FUN. So today as I unpack from our adventures and shake rocks and sand from my bags and look at pictures and stretch because I’m sore from all the moving, I have this one piece of undeniable wisdom for you.
There is more to life than clothes and money and material goods. It’s all in the moments and who you decide to share them with.