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I am sitting at my laptop. I have just crossed off the last item on my check list. I am tired and finally calm. I spent my last day moving under water. Everything is happening fluidly and reality out side of my actions is dampened. aaah. peace.
I woke up early with too little sleep. That helps. I worked on my music and audiobook downloads then I dressed quickly and went to the dentist. I got my teeth immaculately cleaned by an oral hygienist that chatted to herself the whole time. She had just watched a documentary about the Great Expedition, the story of Lewis and Clark. Prefacing every sentence with "Did you know?" she told me how little she knew previously about the voyagers. She was from Chicago. I could never answer her, but instead my thoughts spiraled inward.
I have been taken with Lewis and Clark since I was a kid (especially Merriweather Lewis ;P). My familiarity with the history came from having my head drilled with the characters and achievements in school and by local interest in the form of documentaries, authors, and historical markers. I reflected on how my region had shaped me and my craving to be challenge by a landscape. I have always dreamed of persevering across continents. Beneath the interrogation like lamps of the dental chair my motivations revealed themselves. We are all shaped by stories. I was shaped form the most formative years by The Oregon Trail and The Core of Discovery. Fortitude, leadership, resourcefulness, and teamwork to over come adversity. These were staples of the stories fed to me. I have grown from them and used that theme to aid me through out my life.
Maybe in this underwater state all things seem more dense and sink deeper. The chatter of an inquisitive hygienist was able to scrape away some time and allowed my past connections to this trail to surface, I am now channeling a life long desire to embark on a journey across America by foot. I feel prepared.
Hold on to the passion of life.