I’ve talked about breaking out of my rut. Back in Portland it was so easy to show up for work for five days, do errands on one day, and do housework the other, then repeat. Over and over. And suddenly an entire year has gone by with almost nothing to remember it by. It took a messed up sciatic nerve to shake me up and get me to look up from my rut.

Driving up here, a lot of times I’m passing through trees. They grow up alongside the roads thick and tall enough to block the view of anything other than the road. Then you come around a corner and the view opens up to see the hills and beyond. To see the mountains beyond and the whole wide world is a revelation.

I tell my shuttle guests that I decided I can have an adventure. My life came to the point where things opened up and could be arranged to allow me to make this change. But I had to see the possibility first. I had to look outside of the rut to see what else could be. And then I had to open my mind to ideas for how to work it out. Then I had to take the leap.

Look for the ruts. Look for what you can shake up. Look for ways to make things change that you’ve never thought of before. Do something you always wanted but never thought was possible.

Live.

Life is for living. If you wait for that magical someday it will get away from you. Winter will come and the chance will be gone. So look outside the rut and live.