I wrote this post last year on day 10 of my hike, so early in April. I wrote it in pencil on my paper log book. I never posted it on my blog, not sure why. I was reading a blog from a hiker this year and thought about this post. Here it is, it’s short.
This has been an extremely emotional first 10 days on the trail. There is all of this time to think and reflect about your life. I have over half a century of memories about Family and Friends, both here with us and ones that aren’t. Memories of choices and decisions that I have made, both good and bad. Words I have said that I am proud of and words I have said that I am not proud of. Things I have done that I am proud of and things I have done that I am ashamed of. I can be hiking on the trail with tears in my eyes of Joy and of Sorrow. The toughest time is at the end of the day when I am tired. Mom always told us to count our blessing, I’ve been doing that too and I have many. I do wonder what the twenty-year-olds think about out here, I might ask them sometime. This is only day ten.
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