My latest life resolution was conceived during an atypical women’s retreat that involved dance parties, whiskey, naked mid-day saunas, and three other women very dear to my heart. Continue reading
You know what I’m talking about: it’s the best powder day to date and you spend it digging your car out from the road you had no business driving up in the first place without chains or much clearance to speak of. It’s digging your sled out of a tree well—or crashing it somewhere more creative, requiring elaborate pulley systems and the rest of your daylight hours to rescue it.
Upon coming home to the States after an extended waking dream in New Zealand, I found myself restless. My body longed for new trails to wander, and my mind longed for a balance between sitting in front of a computer doing meaningful work and a deep desire to be in the mountains.
Many people told me that coming back to the place you left after a journey like mine would be hard. I didn’t really believe them—I love Montana, and my tribe there. But they were right. I left a life in New Zealand: friends of the soul kind, interesting work, endless adventures, mountains that imprinted their ridge lines on my heart. I grieved for leaving it, wondered how I could ever be as happy or fulfilled again.