It has been brought to my attention that I’m being kicked out of the introvert club because I’m too social… Honestly, there is truth to this accusation. I can’t sit still for two seconds! But, I’m pretty much always exhausted, soooo I really do need more time than I give myself to recharge. However, I’ve determined I’ll likely end up an old lonely spinster (with an incredible library of books and a peaceful home on a coastal cliff in Oregon #notevenmadaboutit). What I’m saying is, you can’t kick me out because I’ll get plenty of introvert time when I’m still single at the ripe old age of 65. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Alright, moving on!
I’ll start with my latest adventure, which took me to what I could only describe as paradise on Earth – an oasis of crystal blue waters surrounded by fiery red canyons in the middle of nowhere Arizona. Havasu Falls is part of the Havasupai Indian Reservation, hidden just inside the Grand Canyon. It is 100 miles from civilization and 10 miles in from the trail head. There are only three ways to get things in and out of the village: hike, mule, or helicopter. We decided to strap on our packs and hike in the good old fashioned way, blisters and all.
“Carrying your pack is a rite of passage,” they said.
“You’ll feel so accomplished,” they said.
Meh. My feet and shoulders disagree, but I guess now I can claim to be a total badass. Even though I ate shit a few times. Because I have the motor skills of an infant. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s get back to the story…
So, the trail begins with a 1,000 foot descent over the first mile and a half or so, dropping you into the canyon. Getting back out of the canyon after having hoofed it roughly 30 miles in the desert sun was as awful as you might imagine. Climbing the canyon walls with little assistance save for wet metal chains and wooden ladders was abso-fucking-lutely terrifying, but SO WORTH IT! Bucket list worthy, for sure. #Havasu2018 #whosdown
PS – Permits to get into Havasupai are nearly impossible. Special thanks to our group (specifically, Lizzy) for calling incessantly for weeks before getting through!!!
Last, but not least, just a quick update on my goals before I go – I’m killin it, so I feel like this deserves bullet points. Also, remember during my last post when I said I was burning the wick at both ends? You know, I suppose I can’t deny the closet extrovert accusations after checking out my calendar for the next couple of months… oops.
- Havasu Falls – CHECK!
- I’ve been painting again and I honestly forgot how therapeutic it is! I should add that it’s also extraordinarily therapeutic to drink an entire bottle of wine while you paint. Side note – I feel like committing to an entire bottle pretty much proves that I don’t have commitment issues. Plus, antioxidants, am I right? Okay, I’ve made my point.
- LA Dodgers game and helicopter flight over Hollywood this weekend – yay!
- I’m rethinking the whole rage at a music festival idea since I’ve actually already done that (and I skipped Coachella… gasp, I know). I think I’ll just go to a bunch of random shows instead since I’ve already attended/bought too many concert tickets at this point. While we’re talking about it, someone please take my debit card away. I’m out of control.
- Book of Mormon in June. Nothing like some good ole’ religious mockery. Can’t wait!
- Brushing up on my Spanish – partly because it’s a goal, partly because I’m thinking about Costa Rica in December.
- So, I cleaned out my closet, but I’m still figuring out how to dress like a proper adult. This one is going to take a while… mostly because I don’t care that much.
- Not criticizing my body – I almost talked myself out of it, but then I decided to go ahead and post that pic of my pasty, out of shape bare stomach on Instagram. Fuck it!
So, I feel like I end each of these posts with thoughtful introspection, so I’ll stick to that. To make a very long, complicated story a little shorter – I reconnected with long lost family this month. It was a great reminder of how overwhelmingly complex people are and how that complexity is magnified by our interactions with each other. I’ve been humbled by the unique struggles that everyone faced after my father died ten years ago. It was an experience that I have a difficult time putting into words. What I can say for sure is that we all have our own bag of shit. We also have the power to figure out how to deal with it. We get to decide what’s painful, what’s beautiful, what’s overwhelming, and what to do with all of the things that get thrown at us daily (hopefully not a bag of shit, but you do you boo). I try my best to forgive people, to seek out other perspectives, and to breathe and know that I’m going to be fine no matter what. I wish everyone else could choose the same. I swear life is much more enjoyable that way.
Until next time,