I don’t know, or care, if the title is a word. Since getting back from Bozeman last Thursday morning, I’ve been low on motivation. Perhaps the adrenaline associated with moving to Missoula finally wore off, or that the pain in my left foot is finally strong enough to seriously slow me down. I spent the first day of 2012 with Hannah at Jerry Johnson hot springs, just over the Idado border- not a bad way to ring it in.
I do know that of the holidays, New Years Day and Thanksgiving are the ones that matter the most to me. New Years (now) is a time to re-motivate, to plan, and dream big dreams about the coming year. Thanksgiving is a time to reflect, appreciate, and respect how what may have been decided over New Years may or may not have gone down. Strangely enough, while my Thanksgiving was full of gratitude, my New Years is somewhat absent of the motivation that I normally associate with this time of year.
Thankfully, I’ve spent this week hosting an awesome visitor in Missoula- Jess, from the fabulous Strangled Darlings, came out to visit. Her cheer, and desire to understand this place that I enjoy so much, made it an active week despite my low motivations.
Highlights included some great jamming, a carousel ride, trivia night at FLBC, and a day trip up to see the Missions and Flathead Lake.
For whatever lack of motivation I feel this year, I realized this on my hike yesterday: the most important thing to do with my life this year is not worry too much about it.
“Today isn’t special. We aren’t special until or unless we make ourselves so. And everyone’s journey is one day shorter. Did you use this day?” (attribution withheld out of respect for respect for the speaker)