A few years back I almost changed my entire life. My second parent had just died and I was feeling disillusioned with my job. A friend brought me along on a rafting trip. I was in love. I’ve always had an affinity for water, and the combination of slow, relaxing gliding down a river surrounded by nature with adrenaline-inducing and exciting rapids was just perfect. (Not to mention on my first rafting trip, I did a Class V river — go big or go home, right?)
I also spoke at length with the female guide about her life — spending half a year guiding on the American river, and the other half of the year traveling the world for cheap, occasionally guiding in other places. I. was. convinced.
I immediately started making plans to quit my job, and (since it was the summer and rafting season starts in California in the spring), I would move to New Zealand to join a three-month rafting guide school, where I was guaranteed a job afterwards. I could raft, then travel, then come back to California, and raft some more. I planned this to happen after hiking the John Muir Trail (another thing which I have not done yet), and even went as far as telling my family (who were very unhappy.)
Of course, this didn’t happen. I met someone, fell in love (awww), and started my business (WeddingLovely) which took off. I put away my plans to raft and travel and hike the world in order to be on a computer. I’m only just now getting back into making outdoor trips and adventures a priority. I don’t think I’ll ever completely quit my computer job, but I am considering doing a 1-week guiding course in California this Spring just to get it out of my system. I still raft every now and again (the above picture is from Summer 2012, rafting in Bend, Oregon).
Still, strange to think how different my life would have been had I gone through with those plans.