coasting

went on a hike along the coast this past Sunday, followed by a visit to one of my favorite spots north of home where Sam and i watched cormorants dive for their meals while we sipped bevies and dined on oysters. guess i’m a coastal broad now? never imagined i’d joyfully eat oysters. outside. in the rain. ha! some things do change.

something i realized while we were out on Sunday is that hiking etiquette is important to me and i cannot expect other folks to feel the same. the trail was pretty busy but i felt little sense of community or communication when someone needed to pass — that woman had no home training... those sorts of things can upset me, and i can get pretty worked up over it. i’m working on that, and trying to better understand where my feelings of frustration stem from without judging myself for being upset. i’m making an effort to focus on the things that are in my control in order to let the other stuff fall away. water off a duck’s back…

still trying to keep the pressure down. don’t know whether i can completely turn it off just yet. and while i can’t expect myself from other people, i will continue observing the “rules of the trail”.