My Opinion

A had an ex that claimed that one of the 

reasons we didn't work out was that I wanted 

to travel and he didn't. 

This past weekend this statement pounded my chest 

like I needed to be cracked in two. 

Here is the story.

I stepped out my door at 6:30 AM 

on Saturday

with a very simple idea. 

To play for the day at a national park, 

to visit somewhere near by 

and bask in the glory that God placed on the earth. 

My day did not go as planned. 

After four hours of driving 

I ended up at a dead end

zero.

nothing. 

but a wasted four hours. 

I think I laughed so hard I even cried

I think I listened to so many beautiful songs 

I cried. 

I think I cried because I could and I was alone

and vulnerable 

After finding an information center 

I asked if there was anything near by 

the sleepy tourist town I had wondered into.

I found the beauty that is Mono Lake.

The Lake...

On my way home 

my mind ran rapid past cliffs 

sliding in and out of turns 

like socks on a wood floor. 

The statement cracked me. 

It's not that I wanted to travel and he didn't

It was the mere fact that I wanted more than simple. 

Simple didn't cut it for me, 

I wanted adventure

a partner to experience it with, 

and the hope that someone would enjoy 

the beauty of the earth, the great outdoors, 

spending eight countless hours in a car with me 

and still need more. 

I need a partner with an outlook on life that 

tops mine

That is grateful for everyday given 

and never wants to stop exploring with me

I need a partner who can spend all Saturday in the sun

get drunk with me, make mad love, 

and still not get enough. 

That's why we didn't work out. 

My opinion 

My story.