I ran into a friend at work yesterday, and he asked me how I’d been lately. It had been awhile, I realized. We used to see each other often, but I couldn’t actually tell you the last time we had spoken. I like him. We haven’t known each other long, nor were necessarily besties or anything, but he is one of the few coworkers who I actually feel like I can talk to.
My answer, “Well…”
He’s not on my social media, and as I began to casually comment on bouncing back from things, his eyes began to grow wider. The last six months were something of a Greek tragedy, a Southern gothic. I told him about the family stuff (which I won’t mention here), but I had a lot more to say about the car accident and the breakup that happened right before it. And there was more… so much more. But why get into the minor stuff.
It was a strange moment for him I think because I was smiling and looking great as I recalled a litany of drama. I’ve been on the upswing. I was speaking to my acupuncturist (a treatment I highly recommend if you’ve recently experienced trauma), and I observed to her that my life of late has been in strange sync with the seasons. Winter was awful. A winter among winters. But spring… ah spring.
“Most people wouldn’t think of it that way,” she said. She meant that in a good way. So far I really like her.
Having weathered a saga of things that I won’t get into much here, I’ve turned with the weather to greener things, newer things. As rough as the past six months have been, there’s a great relief that comes from passing through hell: freedom. I find myself very unencumbered as of late. Perhaps I set the stage for much of this last year when I was busting ass and paying off my student loans, maybe I would have gotten here sooner had not life intervened, but in either case I’ve entered a phase where I’ve put down or been released from a number of burdens. Work, family, debt, relationships. Unencumbered.
I’ve been doing things on my own lately. Going to shows. Exploring new places. Pushing hobbies to new places.
This weekend I dropped by a Maryland trail that I can’t wait to get back to: The North Central Rail Trail. It runs from Hunt Valley up to PA, close to York they tell me. It used to be a railroad but became one of the many Rails-to-Trails projects that have swept across the country (an awesome parks project that everyone should support!).
On a chilly Sunday in March, the winter still holding spring back for one more week, it is a very peaceful place. The last of the season’s white was trickling through the trees, while the first of the season’s green was pushing up along the path. Once past the first mile marker, I had the place to myself.
I plan on buying a new bike soon, and this is the first place I intend to ride it. The crushed gravel is easy, and there is plenty of shade. It’s one of those strange places where one can feel very removed from society and yet in fact be still quite close to it. The peace of a country garden without losing any cell signal.
I’ve taken up trail running. That’s what I was up to this weekend. I do a few 10k’s every year, but I want to add some trail runs in this year. They just sound fun. I might have to join a runner’s group or something, as I can’t seem to generate any interest in it among my friends who run.
Or I could just keep going it alone.
More to come. Tonight I start another new thing: Pilates. Since my car accident, I’ve become committed to developing more and better-balanced core strength (I might even start observing leg day at the gym!). I’m looking forward to tonight. It will be fun.