realization

a weekend of rain, and the french.

meeting new people is not something that happens often for us. maybe we're a bit reclusive. maybe climbers are a snobby bunch who tend to lean to competition rather than friendship. we have our friends, we feel satisfied.
then, while k and richard were in yosemite, they had an eye opening experience. people are friendly. even climbers. in the rainy valley of granite, they met a couple from france. they are travelers, climbers, and basically wonderful. they came through the city of rocks, and we met them there.
as we climbed and chatted and had coffee, i figured out that this small life i am living, can be expanded. i thought i was doing well, taking chances, being adventurous. i can be more, i can do more.

i must remain calm.

sometimes i get tied up in the idea that i haven't lived enough. oh-my-god i'm nearly 27. but, then i meet people, talk, and realize that 26 is maybe not that old. maybe it is exactly to right age to be thinking about who i want to be. the things that are important to me.
yes. i got married at 23. it's a utah thing. and while it was young everywhere else, i was old-- according to utah standards. looking back i realize 23 is a baby. i wouldn't change my marriage. my best friend has taken me places i've never realized were possible. and now, with my best friend i will go places i've only ever dreamed about.

the french have opened my eyes.

this weekend they are coming to stay with us, i'm very excited.