Journey at Your Own Pace

I’m just not a quick person. 
I admit it. I like to linger and observe. I like 
to feel a place before I move through it. 
This can be frustrating when the ones you travel with are on a different pace. I’ve learned to not let this reflect on the way I feel as I go my own way. Ultimately we must be comfortable or at least ok with 
the path we have chosen and the way we are on it.

A literal example of this happens when traveling with my partner. Especially when it comes to going up hill. How many times have we come to a vista spot that is up the hill, or up the tower, or in this instance up Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park. I chose to enjoy the view from where I was, as he gleefully ran up the steps and out of sight, camera in hand.

In the quiet moment alone, I decided I would go up with my breath laboring, to the next level and take a look. Then I went around the next corner, enjoying the sun and the crisp air, and stopped there for a moment. I continued up at my own rhythm of ascent. Next thing I knew I had made it up the 350 steps to the top. He was surprised to see me since I had said I wasn’t coming up.

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I think life can be like that. We can get all 
the advice in the world, but it is our inner wisdom and curiosity that guides us as we 
step into our journey. However we do it is just fine.

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