Therapeutic Exploring

So I forced my husband to go hiking out of town this weekend in hopes of finding some clarity and peace of mind in my life. I keep many of my mental demons hidden from anyone. Little did my husband know that hiking is truly a form of therapy for me. 

It was 27 degrees outside here in Texas and we do not have proper winter coats for such weather so we just layered on the sweatshirts and jackets. The second the cold air hit my face, it was a jarring realization of how much I miss cold weather followed by an odd sense of determination. (I think the second the air hit my husbands face, he felt complete dread). 

I quickly began walking ahead, setting a very fast pace that even my husband could not keep up with. Or maybe he didn't want to... Maybe he knew I was on a mission. With each step it felt like I was stomping on all of the things that have ever upset me in life. All of the things that have angered me, caused me pain, made me sad. All of it. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. I got so carried away that I ended up going off the path entirely for at least half a mile. We ended up having to turn around and find our way back and on our way back, I spotted these amazing boulders off in the distance. I thought to myself, "I must go over there and check those out." So of course we made our way over there. I have never seen such large majestic boulders in my life. While I stood in between these two massive rocks, I realized how insignificant I was in the world. I just stood there reflecting on life. Staring up into the vastness of these mounds. 

Hiking and exploring is very therapeutic for me to say the least. It gives me peace and quiet to reflex on my feelings and my past and present. I feel very in tune with my surroundings when I am in the country; in the middle of nowhere. And now I am left with a sense of peace and understanding for the time being.