This was a trip that was not planned. At least not this exact trip. I had taken some time off from work (my “pays the bills” job), because I was reaching my limitations. Lacking my ability to maintain control over the mechanism that controls the filter between my brain and mouth. When I get like that…it is best to take a day or two off in order to reset. I think that we’ve all been there.
I knew that I wanted to do something those days, but I was unsure as to what it was. I knew that I wanted to go camping, but I didn’t know where. I had my ideas, but I also knew that finances wouldn’t allow for anything overly far or extravagant. My original plan was Pictured Rocks in Michigan. It looks interesting and I may still make my way there, but it did not happen this time. I just wasn’t feeling it. Then I was going to go to Glacier National Park in Montana…would make sense wouldn’t it? For some reason, I just wasn’t feeling that either. The drive, the time allotment, the mileage, the gas money, and it just didn’t feel right. So, how did I end up in Wyoming? Good question.
I was having a really bad day. I didn’t get off work on time, which confirmed Montana was out. I didn’t have anything prepared for any kind of trip. People were getting on my nerves. It was now Saturday and I had lost 24 hours. It was just one of those days (or number of days) when nothing was working out right. Then I got sucked into Facebook with its negativity and I saw a picture for Grand Teton National Park. Next thing I know, it was three hours later and the zone and I were on our way. I’ve never done that kind of thing before.
I’ve never really been the type of person to just spontaneously take off on a seemingly major road trip; especially, one that is over a good day’s drive. One where I would only have a day or two before I would have to turn around and come back. I always think things through. I weigh all my options. Take finances into consideration. I plan it out to the best of my ability with the understanding that things do not always go as plan. Still, I’m always cautious and careful. This time, I was not. I just threw caution to the wind and went in with blindness and selfishness.
It is still a little surreal to me that I went. One, because I did it spontaneously and two…because I did it spontaneously. Also, just being there and seeing everything. The mountains, the clouds, the sky, the wildlife. I know that sounds silly, but having been sucked into the Midwest for so long…the clouds and sky were just different in Wyoming. The air was different. Anyone whom has traveled anywhere different from what they are use to….well, you know what I’m talking about.
It feels a bit like a dream. I guess, because I know that if I had planned it….truth is, that trip never ever would have happened. I over-think things…A LOT. I always find some reason to not do something. I think that is why I’m still in this state. At my “pays the bills” job. Holding on to bridges that probably should have been burned. I think and think and think and over-think until I talk myself out of it. I have got to stop doing that, because it is clear what kind of opportunities and experiences I may be missing out on.
I’m definitely glad that I took this trip. I’m not sure that I accomplished all the clear-headedness that I was wanting to achieve. I was short on time and never got a chance to get some decent sleep in, but just the same. I’m glad that I went. I may be paying the consequences for making spontaneous and slightly careless decisions. Still, had I not gone….I would not know for sure what I know now. That is that I really do need to start being more spontaneous and not just thinking it. Sometimes, we just need to shut off our brains and throw caution to the wind and maybe even let go of the rope.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
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