With white buds nestled into the sides of my head and the familiar white cord connected to the iPhone in my pocket, I stepped onto the pavement that trailed around the three mile perimeter of Lake Harriet. The song I’ve been obsessively listening to all week poured into my ears and I slid my shades over my eyes.
Everything around me disappeared and I fell deep into thought as I moved one step at a time around the body of fresh water. I remembered the first day I set foot on these trails. It was the start of a life changing journey to rid myself of the “costume” I had been “living” in for the better part of a decade. With each mile, I stepped closer to myself. With each day, I stepped a little further out of the hibernation I had contained myself in.
I shook my head slightly to bring my brain back to the present moment. I looked out across the water and saw a couple of canoes gliding through the sun kissed lake. I noticed the docks were in and kids were fishing. I noticed a couple having a picnic in the grass to my right.
Standing on the shoreline tonight at the end of my miles, ninety pounds lighter, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I thought about things I’ve been scared of. I thought about people I’ve pushed away. I thought about decisions I’ve made. I thought about this past week. I wondered how the hell I was going to jump the next hurdle.
And then I snapped these photos with my phone.