I looked at the calendar this morning and realized that next weekend is Memorial Day, the unofficial kick-off to summer. (And also, the day we honor those who died in service to our country, which makes it an oddly awkward holiday.)
My point is that spring is over, and I haven’t been on a single hike. No mountains have been climbed, despite my wonderful plans to the contrary. And I did, indeed, have plans, most of which centered on North Carolina and Colorado.
And then something happened that I was hoping for, but not really expecting: I got a book deal. Fiction, not outdoorsy stuff, so I won’t discuss it much on this blog. My first book is out in late October, followed by three more books over the next two years.
I know! I’m as surprised as you are.
Anyway, this means I’m kinda busy at the moment. When I’m not at my day job or doing mom stuff, I’m wrapping up edits on book 1, drafting the end of book 2, and plotting book 3. If you ask me about book 4 I might start to cry. (My house is a mess and I’m seriously reconsidering my commitment to showers.)
That’s not to say I won’t be outside at all this year. I have a climbing trip planned for West Virginia in July, and I’ll be in Yosemite in early October. I’ll fit in other things here and there, just for sanity’s sake. There’s a Shenandoah trail race that I want to start training for, as well.
An old friend reached out recently and told me had been following my blog. “You seem happy,” he said. “This mid-life crisis is really working out for you.”
Yes, it is.