Every now and then I get discouraged and frustrated and I start to second-guess myself. I wonder how the hell I'll ever be able to afford to do all the things I long to do, while working for less than minimum wage at a seasonal job. I ask myself when I'm going to stop floating from one unrealistic plan to the next. I can't answer these questions. All I know is that I want a life of mountains and solitude and joy and adventure. I can't see myself caring about a paycheck anytime soon, and so I need to stop being frustrated and worried by limitations and just keep keep dreaming those big dreams. Because what is life without adventure? The answer is something I can't imagine anymore.
Here's where I've been dreaming about lately:
the Pacific Crest Trail