Fishermen on the Tsukechi River, Gifu.
Hello,
It feels like I'm treading water between worlds at the moment trying to find my feet. Is this normal when heading towards the tail end of your fourth decade? I need something new, a new approach (to life?), something with substance. Life is ticking along smoothly (my father's health aside) and I am, of course, grateful for that but after finishing The Comfort Crisis by Michael Easter I can feel a deep sense of anxiety within that's gradually nudging me away from daily comforts. It's not a midlife crisis (is it?), it's more an overwhelming sense of missing out on something before it's too late. I just can't put my finger on what that something is.
More challenge, more pain? Nothing dangerous of course, just enough to open a new door with the potential for growth. Alone in the mountains (in bad weather?) for a week? An extended bike-packing trip? A photography project that I can dive deep into? Whatever it is, I think's imperative to do it solo and away from social media and background noise. The real challenge of course is finding the time when you have a young daughter to care for.
It dawned on me the other day if all goes well I can realistically expect another 20 or so summers where I'm physically able to hike (with gear) in the higher mountains. Time is flying by.
I'd be genuinely interested to know if there is anyone reading this, perhaps in their late forties or older, that has/had similar feelings and how you are dealing/dealt with it? Please get in touch.
Anyway, it's been a while since I've sent a newsletter and in that time I've started 'rucking', bought a kettlebell and a few of those leg bands to work on strength (to successfully compete at the Centenarian Olympics :-) ), have a long overdue Australia homestay trip organised for mid-August (this is the most rewarding work-related thing I do), and have written a few short posts on my website.
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